First sight/last sight
As I walked
through the path
of my youth
Rain captured one of my hands
And a volcano captured my other one.
I couldn't tell if
I was on fire or
If I was cold
And I think this is exactly
Why I was happy and sad
At the freaking same time.
YOU ARE READING
In Waves
PoetryThese are some poems I've written and kept them to myself due the fact I never wanted anyone to read them.This I feel,and to some of you they might be just words. These are not words,they're all feelings spilled in ink.
