What a mess,
a mess of a life.
You could have been so much more,
but instead your a girl crying on the floor
over a lover who didn't adore you
or treat you how they should,
but it's okay.
In time things will get better,
they always do.
You'll get of this town,
find a world
that's unknown,
somewhere that can become your home.
A new place,
a fresh start,
a chance to begin again.
A place where you'll be happy and free
and can become who you always wanted to be.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts from my brain
PoetryIt's poetic, in a way. This is a mixture of poems and short passages. I'm writing these for myself, I guess, as a way to collect my thought, but I hope you enjoy the little pieces of me you read.
