Even when my head gets too loud,
It runs back home,
Where my skin has traces of love and safety,
Having a space where I can be a kid with dreams,
Where my smile returned by returning back to you,
Call me a hopeless romantic,
A simp,
I don't really mind,
Because the best part of the day is when they are here,
Like the sunset meets the horizon,
I will tie my soul to theirs because respectfully,
They are my horizon to my every sunset.
YOU ARE READING
Lessons Learnt and mistakes made
PoesiaI hope god forgive us for the mistakes we had no choice in doing but to do so for your own survival, amen
