Nothing made sense
Nothing made much sense,
as the wind beneath my wings.
As I ran and felt so beautifully free.
Nothing made sense,
as much as tears on my cheeks.
As I wrote one last letter,
to set me finally free.
Nothing made as much sense,
as a lung clean of smoke.
As I gathered my belongings,
and left a place I called home.
Nothing made sense,
until I decided not to stay.
Accepting my cowardly title,
I'm little more than a runaway.
YOU ARE READING
Nothing Made Sense...
PoetryAll she wanted was to be safe in her own home but that would never happen because of him... *Short poem I've been working on for a while*
