through aching, through mess
through pain and tears, i want you here.
doesn't matter if time is not on our side
it has been cruel ever since i can remember.
happiness won't stick around
so let me cherish the happiness i found.
soon it'll be gone, soon i'll be left alone.
through aching, through mess
i'll survive another storm,
let me ride the waves now that it's calm.
YOU ARE READING
The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
