Shocked, stunned
overworked, overdone
The lies, the tears
The hurt, the care
I stand tall
Only to fall and crawl
Happiness found
Then left on the ground
The feeling of home
Only when I roam
YOU ARE READING
A little piece of me
PoetrySometimes I rhyme Sometimes I don't I almost always write But sometimes I won't It all depends on my mood All depends on my muse But right now, here's something from me to you
