The laughs
Are waiting
Wanting
To escape
The feels
Are waiting
Wanting
To shape
This is
My future
My hope
My soul
The reason
I live.
What makes
Summer
One season
And winter
Another
My life,
Dream
It makes me drive
Far, far
Away
From the stream.
Jumi,
You are my
Siphile
YOU ARE READING
The unspoken words of a Lost soul (complete)
PoesíaIn the moment, by the time, there will always be those few words that you will never say. I write Because When I'm gone Someone will remember me ...
