I was that lost girl
With shipwrecks in her head,
That every time she says goodbye
She gets left behind instead
I was that lost girl
With lips that only touched wine bottles
That every kiss she's meant to send
Gets poisoned by her battles
I was that lost girl
Who in rooftops, sought her shelter
For the rain of bullets, she can endure
But heartbreak, she can't suffer
I was that lost girl
Who hid in every moon you see
But under every sun, in every Earth
It was you who found me
YOU ARE READING
Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
