14.12/24
Where is that woman I used to be?
She's coming back, slowly I can hear those subtle footsteps
Each one so gentle as she dances her way past the devil
Past the fires, she so kindly puts out
I might slow her down from time to time
Numbness has become a warm blanket of comfort, she must understand that.
But yet even as I slow her down the thought keeps drilling a hole in my mind
Where is she?
She's on her way.
YOU ARE READING
The Sunflower diary
Poetry(..How to live with heartbreak) This book holds all my thoughts put into potentially good poetry. I'm hoping you'll like it and even empathize with it. Have a good read :)
