My mind often wanders
Balancing on the edge of cliff
Thinking of dangerous things
Pondering over many risks
Many times my foot slips
And I fall with panic
But a manage to grip the edge
Before pumbling to my minds death
YOU ARE READING
A little piece of me
PoesíaSometimes I rhyme Sometimes I don't I almost always write But sometimes I won't It all depends on my mood All depends on my muse But right now, here's something from me to you
