Can we begin to write
our story under
that thick oak tree?
Can we become a fairy tale
that no one can
unravel?
Can we grow into something
that will take an eternity to
perfect?
Will time begin to fade
as we lose ourselves under
that thick oak tree?
YOU ARE READING
The Mess Collective.
PoesíaA small collection of poetry I've done over the years. (This is a work in progress. I've been closed off for most of my life, especially when it comes to my writing. But now that I am older I want to share and keep up my writing because it has alway...
