Dancing in the cold
To the step of songs so old
I forget the pain that holds
And begin to let it go
Words within are quaking
changing and debating
Where I am and who I'll be
Nothing really matters
What I've got is me.
YOU ARE READING
Hours gone by
PoetryAn ongoing collection of poetry covering experiences from high school, through college and into adult life focusing on the most important part of anybodies life, our dreams. No matter what we're doing now we all have something we'd rather be doing w...
