You left me alone,
You are at home,
Thinking of what's new and old.
That the lights blinks on and off.
The paper crease easy to fold.
Those inks words are bold and rough.
What to talk about?
To myself?
I am heading out.
Thinking on one self.
You left me all alone,
Wondering where was home,
Those arms to be hold,
When the air was so chilling cold.
I am left alone,
to find a new home,
In this huge world.
Thinking wondering.
What is there for me to hide and hold.
See, and breathe,
alone, is just somewhat a good scene.
YOU ARE READING
What's meant...to be known
PoesíaWhat the world has to say? Words have meaning, For you to really stay? While you are thinking. Nothing would change the words. Nor would change what you read, Words can get blurred. I got nothing to pled. Poetry from the heart, Mind and life. Words...
