These binds hold me so tight,
There is no escape
Your greedy hands invade,
I don't have my walls anymore,
You tore them all down,
Again.
These chains feel so cold,
Maybe I won't spend anymore time here
And what else could I be?
You only want me.
Maybe I'll get away,
One day that's for sure
I wonder how long it will take,
For you to let go.
YOU ARE READING
Zenith - A Book Of Poetry
PoetryA book of devoid poems. There isn't much to explain, or describe. I wrote My Dark Friend- A Book of Poems which I had to end do to my issue of writing too much, so this is kind of part 2.
