I've always loved the idea
that home is not made
of bricks and cement,
of all things mathematical,
but rather, of skin and bones
and all things sentimental;
So why are so many of us homeless?
Why aren't our faces lighting up?
Why are we curling up
on single beds,
Pondering how we're
not enough?
- Crimsyy♡
YOU ARE READING
Wild Child
PoetryThe sequel to "Ramblings Of A Storm" Because sometimes a human is enough to drive you wild. - Crimsyy♡
