A luminal space.
Moving on, and getting over.
They left.
Finally, they left.
They have finally let go, letting me be.
At least,
That's what I thought.
They can't seem to fully let go of me.
Always spying; as if sleeping with one eye open.
Not being able to stand the things I do.
There's something funny it that, don't you think?
YOU ARE READING
Have faith
Puisi"Some words I wrote." • A glance in the mind of a seemingly ordinary girl • •*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~• •Ranked• #1 : Escapril #4 : Poëzie #791: Poemcollection #616: Poesia
