I am not lost
Yet I've not been found
I wander my own path
Make my own music, my own sound
I tear down hearts
And sew up broken dreams
I rarely finish what I start
Yet I still seem free.
I hold my head high
My steps are measured
My eyes and cheeks stay dry
And my smile lies here.
But do you see what is real?
What lies just beneath?
Do you see the seal
I hold to close to what is me?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts In The Night
PoetryI finally decided to put my poetry on wattad. If you don't like it then I really don't care keep your opinions to yourself thank you. I hope y'all like them.
