I thought I was the only one,
Desperate for love.
Not one to heal the soul,
But one that sounds great on paper,
Looks stellar on celluloid,
Makes a great story for grandchildren.
I was chasing the story
And that left me all empty
Because I failed
Numerous times
And never dared to chase again.
Now I think maybe
My way wasn't right
Well
I m not too bright.
I m not giving up hope
This time it will be dope
And lit af
Because
I m no longer chasing a story,
I m living it.
YOU ARE READING
Just Another Book
PoesíaA notebook where I collect all the poems I've written. ©Debanjana