The soft creak of floor boards
and the sounds of angry cry's
home after home after home after home
last time I didn't even bother to say goodbye
but I move on and I grow
and one day I'll make my own home
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the lost
PoetryA book of poems for people just trying to find out who they are written by someone trying to find out who they are. Hopefully a story of growth and dreams.
