this is my legacy.
this is what i chose.
and when we walk, i don't want to impose.
so heed my words,
and let me go.
don't come looking for me,
because i won't be there.
it's my legacy and it's what i chose.
YOU ARE READING
Out of Sight, Out of Mind.
Poetryconsists of random pieces of poetry, unfinished one-shots, ideas, and my thoughts that don't make sense (beware; use of lower case letters) Short Story #172 Cover by: @inserene_ [ © billie rose two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
