You are too fierce
Insolent
Self-loving
You are not always right
Not a child anymore
Be true to your promises
For I am with mine
I can enjoy grief
All for your good
But please see it
at least
For my heart grows weak
YOU ARE READING
F L O A T
RandomIt just started with the only poem I titled "Forbidden". I did not imagine I would have a sudden thought of making it a collection. This will be updated every... well, I can't promise because I am working. Maybe in my spare time and 'poetish' moment...
