I called for you, but you didn't come
You turned your head to face the sun
You were trapped inside your mind
With many thoughts, but not all kind
And when it seemed you'd return to me
You took off running and tried to flee
I chased and caught and brought you home
Your body returned, but your soul alone
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
