walking on a tight rope
we met in the middle
and the whole time
it was an uphill battle
we came undone
stuck on the ends
and i can't reach you
this was never part of our plan
i can still see
your eyes shine
as i stand here waiting for you
hoping for us
you say its my fault
i didn't fight hard enough
but you're the one who said it was
okay not to move
so i didn't
now
you are on the other end
of our
broken thread
YOU ARE READING
Wild Child
Poetrythis is a book of poetry just like any other. the big difference is ... its mine and no one else. thats why you should read it. not that I'm trying to be cocky, I'm trying to give you a good enough reason to read this collection poems instead of jus...
