I turn around,
No ones there,
A look of worry spread through my face,
I run out the door,
Not looking back,
I stumble through the street,
With no balance nor grace,
I'm in a cycle with myself,
Like a wild goose chase.
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Yellow Poems For Yellow Days
PoesíaYellow is a colour truly felt and lived through words. A collection of poems. A collections of emotions. A collection of me. Amateur poems from a Amateur Person |#295 in Poetry - February.24.2017| |#356 in Poetry - February.22.2017| |Cover by @inf...
