Far away from home,
The place you could return to is gone.
You look back now,
See your own trail in the sand,
Now you wonder why you
Let go of her hand.
In the storm of my life,
I wonder why my eyes are always wet.
Then in the storm I see your silver silhouette,
Making it a better storm.
I wanted to break those walls before,
And fools didn't let me break those walls anymore.
And now I know my greatest sin,
Cause you're the most beautiful out and in.
YOU ARE READING
Floating in Thoughts
PoetryRandom writings I came up with when I experience extremities of emotion
