my location still
unknown, wished
i know where i was.
trying to find my way
back to you. baby-
i'm still trying to work
on some way to come
back home to you,
again.
i don't want time to
be wasted- wanna be
with you. even travel-
ing places, makes me
think of you a hundred
times a day. my mind
runs a mile a day- trying,
running its way back
to you.
YOU ARE READING
Anemoia. #Wattys2019 ⛔
Poetry[HIATUS] (a) Nostalgia for a time you have never known. "The past is a foreign county; they do things differently there." -L.P Hartley hypothetical questions going through my mind every day and night.🔆. a writer goes through hundreds of different s...
