i claimed my words, i meant every line i wrote.
this is how i play with feelings.
Take it or Leave it.
for a piece of paper is all i can give.
for a piece of paper is my home of thoughts,
since my mind refused to carry its weight.
since you locked the door to my pain.
since you.
YOU ARE READING
The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
