Sometimes, I think, that it is so
easy to get lost inside yourself.
There are so many roads beneath this skin that I haven't
Taken yet, so many paths left to wander.
But ever so often I forget how the world outside looks and when I woke up
This morning I was trapped inside
those bones.
There was no way out, only pitch black darkness
Swallowing all that was left of me.
My problem is that I only see mountain ranges in other people, the skyscrapers on their minds, all the undiscovered seas inside.
When I look into their eyes deserts
Stretch out before me,
Or maybe I just want them to crave rain as much as I do when I'm lying awake at night.
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tides ○ a collection of poems
Poetrypoetry II. i'm still trying to find the right words started 15/3/18 all of the following poems, excerpts, thoughts and playlists are my own • remember to vote if you like it • please do not steal you can find the cover image here: https://pinteres...
