I was raised with loneliness.
I mistook it for comfort.
until you show up.
like fireworks, your presence
brightens up my life beautifully.
your words, my lullabies.
i listened as it echoes through my mind.
my dear go easy on me
this cold heart demands a warm touch.
YOU ARE READING
The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
