The wind changes
and the fog rolls
and my heart alters
from its first mould.
I can't deny it,
that I've grown old
and I'm weary of
myself..
Try to shake it
I try to fake it,
but people always
seem to break it.
It's in their nature.
I take a picture,
without a filter.
Instantly ages.
The years show.
Am I safe here?
I don't know..
I didnt need them,
the many reasons..
Why I just need
To be alone.
YOU ARE READING
Happier a little sad.
PoetryThe book title poem, happier a little sad is a reflection of when find that if I am totally carefree, which isn't very often! That I do not get any inspiration for writing poetry. I wrote this poem that explains it. *********************************...
