Falling so fast
Where am I now I don't know
Shall we look and see?
A motorcycle
I ride through the big city
For whom this I do
A lost animal
Drenched under the pouring rain
Searching helplessly
Staying up so late
Sitting on the empty bed
For who do I wait
YOU ARE READING
Us
PoetrySomething I hope will help others (especially Carlotta). Things may not meant to be. Let it go, write it down, say it out and you will feel much better.
