Dear voices in my head
What keeps me up late at night?
What drives me far enough to wait for the consequences of my disastrous actions?
What saves me from the melancholic cacophony of the revolutionaries' condemned?
The heart within when thrives for the rain of contentment
The drought when ceases to continue
All I can think about is you
The metaphorically mystical you.
YOU ARE READING
FADED
Poetryjust some random words poured in a chain to create something that is mesmerizing and attractive....it's my first venture on writing! hope I do well😃
