The white horses are chasing me down,
They demand to be felt,
I ignored them for years,
And now they want out,
I started off with just one,
Over time I got thousands,
I think it's time to ride the wave.
YOU ARE READING
17th Street.
PoetryThese are short poems I wrote throughout my 17th street of life and it was the only way I deemed fit for me to heal and ascend out of all the love and heartbreak and loss I've had to deal with. I wrote them in hopes that one day I'd get to look back...
