"I'm a lost cause.
I'm a damsel in distress.
I'm the strey tear that turned into a stream.
I'm the song that holds a thousand memories.
I'm the sour daydream that keeps luring you into false hope.
I'm the broken trust.
I'm the fear that parlays you.
I'm the distant memory that got lost down memory lane.
I'm the emptiness that sung you to sleep each and every night."
YOU ARE READING
A MESS.
Poetrya book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
