NONE OF IT MAKES SENSE
None of it makes sense,
This feeling of you are not temporary.
You could never be that.
I don't quite understand this,
You are not fleeting.
That doesn't make it any less scary.
None of this makes sense.
The feeling of unbelievable fear.
And yet I am willing to fall anyways.
YOU ARE READING
God is my Strength
PoetryThis is not about God, this is about love. ______________ All my bad poetry in one book.
