john,
you asked me long ago
"what do you want to do with your life?"
as a faithful idiot i answered
"i don't know."
well, i've figured it out now, john.
i know what i want to do.
and this isn't it.
so i'm leaving!
i don't know where i'll go.
i can't go too far,
the world's too small to go far.
but i'll be there.
waiting for you to realise
that we want the same thing
in our lives.
each other.
love,
me.
YOU ARE READING
U n s p o k e n
PoetryIdk, I wrote this at 2 am... I might add something so I won't categorise it as completed but I'm not really sure. X Alex (Btw, it's not written from my pov)
