Who are you?
Interested connoisseur or only a lost soul?
It doesn't matter to me what secrets you hold
I give to you my secrets
It will put my heart to rest.
Secrets I dare say? Yes.
Of course they are or else verses
In their own pretty order
Wouldn't hide anything.
What if I showed you them?
What if this started being a poem?
Would you still be here and believe my words?
Because we live in different worlds
And this is my letter
To lost souls and connoisseurs.
To all of the dream believers.
YOU ARE READING
Out of Orbit
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote over time. Some of them are pretty bad, others can be rather deep. The title, Out of Orbit, is a reference to a comet coming out of orbit around a planet or a sun and it could either be on a collision course or it coul...
