I didn't sign up for this lead
In my chest,
This feeling of unrest,
This stupid test
Of distance.
I didn't sign up to turn
A mess,
Feeling I'm less
Without you here.
I didn't see this
Downhill slope,
Caught up in
Our tender trope
Where for release
I hold no hope.
YOU ARE READING
Radiant
PoetryGoing on my 4th year of struggling to write poetry, and she comes along. These are poems about Her. A friend of mine told me that since I met her, I radiate; therefore, this book is called "Radiant". Read, vote, comment, or ignore, but do enjoy.
