Wandering tones
Shallow zones
Drift like the air
With the love you share
Chirruping of the birds
Fatal voices we've heard
Drop in the ocean
Bloom in it's motion
Fly high
In the mysterious sky
Life yourself up
Uncover the real stuff
Flawless you draft it
Empowering as you craft it
But it has to be from within you
None shall act upon you
YOU ARE READING
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦
Poetrywho once held onto the magic of young love, cherishing every moment as the best thing that ever happened. But life had other plans, and my future outlook took a sudden twist. My dreams shattered, and my heart bruised. The last poem < 3 #Embraci...
