You left
Yet you always return
You reach to me and wait
I would not leave you in your time of need
Not when you cry for help.
I won't reach, however
Not for your aid, I will not stoop that low
I will not be waiting
Not on the one who left
My turn.
YOU ARE READING
Poems as Strange as Llamas
PoetryA book of poems that are, Good and bad, Happy and sad. Loving and wondering. Hateful and pondering. Mysterious and curious. Angry and furious. Words from the heart, Each taking their part, To open the world, From the eyes of two girls.
