Old habits die hard
My feet wander the path that leads to you
Mid step I halt
The fork in the road has arrived
Staring into the window where you should be
I take the right path
Away from hopes and dreams
Forward to new ideas
New people.
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoesiaJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
