I'm so tired.
From everything
I've been walking awhile
No destination in mind
Just needing to get away
Everything looks really bad
But I'm out of tears
I'm done giving up
So I keep going
No looking back just yet
I found comfort in your arms
You whispered little promises
It was to good to be true
But I called you mine,
And you called me yours.
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoesíaJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
