You seem so tangible
yet I don't find the inspiration anymore.
It breaks my heart
because it's what I love most.
Yet I can't find the time
the mind
or even the lust.
It's hard
for me to pass by these days
and think
of where I went wrong
but I'd realize now
that the corners I cross is the time I spend
carelessly.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
