What did I say wrong?
What did I do wrong?
Why do I drive them all away?
Is it me?
Is it them?
They always leave.
I'm too strange.
Too wild.
Too far out there.
YOU ARE READING
:: Incandescent ::
PoesíaShe looked at the stars, and the stars looked back. Trigger warning, I suppose. After all, it is just my thoughts...
Wrong
What did I say wrong?
What did I do wrong?
Why do I drive them all away?
Is it me?
Is it them?
They always leave.
I'm too strange.
Too wild.
Too far out there.
