My mind is your ground for you to freely walk on
Your stepping stone your sanctuary
The place where you wander freely without hesitancy
The place where your stories are safe to tell
My mind is your playground
You're happy, in your purest form
Smiling and laughing despite of storms
My mind is vacant without your presence
It is nothing but an empty dark hole smelling of dirt and peasants
It lacks colour and rhythm
It lacks a voice that speaks over harmonious melodies
It sure is a tragedy
My mind is all yours
Everything in it is yours
YOU ARE READING
Lost Poems
PoesíaLove writing, mostly poetry in general I hope this impacts you in a way and if it doesn't then I'm sowiii. Enjoy!
