i sit surrounded by the clouds
they kind enough to let me come everyday
most day i don't come at all
because i don't want to overstay
or because sometimes i can't
i sit around in the mud to long
it gets hard
so im stuck and
i wait
until someone see me there
and kind enough
to pull me out.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Words
RastgeleIt's not a poem. It's a words that running around the space in my head. They want to get away but I never let them. So just now, I make a little hole on it and they run as fast as the air catching up with.
