i kick up dust with a wild air
wind blowing through my hair
spinning through life
rolling the dice
honestly i'm barely there
is it so bad that i live this style
in one minute i've wandered a mile
i'm everywhere i'm nowhere
i'm strange
i'm a whirlwind, a hurricane
you better run
you don't know how many boys i've slain
in the gusts of wind that make up my known name
YOU ARE READING
Drowning
Poetrylove is like the ocean. the deeper you go in, the harder it is to dry off and move on Dangers of Love vol. 2
