little
as a fiddle
a lost girl
looking for something
in the fog
searching
"hello?"
no response
a investigating
moment
she is
alone.
no one was searching
for what she was
searching for
she wanted to be pure
to lure life
and take flight
She sighs
and groans
it takes
to long
searching
for something
that's not there
unnoticed.
YOU ARE READING
clasping roses {√}
Poetry❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
