Old soul,
Old fire,
Free as the wind,
Dancing through the rain.
She's a mystery, I see,
But my mind can't bear her greatness.
So me, as the mortal I am,
I try to understand her,
This goddess of free thinking,
This sweet young soul.
But she's untouchable and far away,
So I'm left here hoping for her to see me,
To want me...
Even though I know it's impossible.
YOU ARE READING
Write here.Write now.
PoetryPoeme scrise de mine in momente aleatorii. Copertă realizată de: @sleepinthemagicgardn
