In Honor of the Wanderers

14 1 0
                                    

There my heart goes again
Wandering around longingly
Even though my heart might not be lost
It's still terrifying to think about "love" and "relationships"
Scared to death how you would hurt someone

Or the overwhelming fear of being hurt
Makes you want to quit and stick to friendships
But even those fade with time
Nothing but a whisper on a windy day
and your heart swells like a balloon but only with grief

        

LandslideWhere stories live. Discover now