These hands.
So fragile in their strength.
Holding up my little world,
Upon the sky we reside beneath.
These feet.
Rested on this unsure foundation.
Steady a my beating heart
That shows my constant revolution.
These eyes.
Gazing across this limited space,
Loving and hating as they go,
But always lifted to a better place.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts In The Night
PoesiaI 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.
