"Your beautiful to me."
Running from home,
I haven't slept right for days,
Night comes around and I'm all alone.
There's a war,
Voices making me go insane,
A sick feeling craving more.
I still hear the sound of your guitar,
I've lost where my heart is,
Written somewhere beneath the scars.
The reoccurring dreams,
A nightmare breaking free,
By now it's tearing by the seams.
I just can't believe it,
A promise I made so long ago,
Is the reason I'm living and why I'll never make it..
"Never."
Victoria xX
YOU ARE READING
The Vigilante Of Clockwork
PoetryWhat have I ever had to say? Thank you all for reading. -Victoria xX