Sorry
That I wasn't there.
Too many misconceptions.
Not anymore.
This clarity is blinding
And you're all that I can see.
Sorry
That I wasn't there.
Too many unsaid words.
Not anymore.
Get used to this
Yours is all that I wish to be.
YOU ARE READING
Stelliferous
PoesiaWords strung together by a broken heart.... Coming out jumbled by a wary mind.... Do read if you think that Words can either build our worlds Or destroy them. "And when your whole, wide world is lost in the abyss, I'll be that start that guides you...
