Alive in the room
Dead to the world
Enigmatic on shore
Meek in the rift
Run run run
I'd run to you
But away from me
Looking into the compass
South it points
We must not find her
No.............
She must not find us
Daises blooming high
Roses withering low
But she has to know us
Loud screams heard down the hall
Sour throat I get
She screamed
NO, we screamed
You are me
I am you
But we meet
When horses grow claws
YOU ARE READING
JOURNEY INTO MY WORLD
PoetryWhen there's no one to turn to, we tend to turn to the one thing that's almost secrete to us. I turn to my pen and paper. My life might not be all that interesting but why don't u let curiosity get the better of you.
