Remember when the skies sang to us
and the clouds call you by my name.
I remember.
That sometimes walls could be so crumbly than a milo dunked oreo
than the castles sitting on top the clouds.
Will you take me?
Take me to the land of the ever wandering.
That "my soul could be lead behind still pastures and flowing waters."
I can never find peace nor peace
within myself.
How could I ever love the me
That sits so subtly within myself?
YOU ARE READING
Next to you.
Chick-LitThis poem is one of the first I started to write, and It talks about the growing years of teenagers, especially mine. Self-love is just a thing. Sometimes, the world isn't fitting for us. We are our ownselves.
