what a lonely star i see,
calmy waves and city lights surrounding me.
sitting above the sea, places where i want to be.
this place is screaming silence,
but no tears or even wanted violence.
i'm living this life the lowest,
when i could turn this room the fullest.
YOU ARE READING
My Dream Wisteria: Prose and Poetry
Poetrywe learn and grow, we were born to die. so i'll take this moment to write, as the wisteria grow inside.
