"You can come by my place,
I'm still around..."
I didn't think you'd be around
I thought you fled amongst the shore
I understood that you stole my heart and dug it deep into the ocean
I raged that you flustered yourself amongst the wind
I cleaned my room clean; but my heart is still a mess
I revenged onto myself because I gave you recognition
I lingered my mind onto the Ivory Coast and I found you there
I could find you anywhere.
And that proves
that your place
is not my own.
It is not my space.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁