Chaos,
I'm going in circles
in my head.
My thoughts have become
leaves on
the windiest day;
They appear in front of me,
and by the time I've blinked,
they're never to be seen again.
Why do things always leave me
when I need them the most?
YOU ARE READING
|midnight thoughts|
Poesíaa collection of midnight thoughts, a collection of small voices that are desperate to be heard. -trigger warning- cover by @CNS2004 #135 on 1/12/17
