light leading like a light house,
i find my way back home to you.
once was i, a ship stuck in tempest,
struggling through its murderous waves.
but now, since when has the sea been standing still,
like a photograph framed in nonchalant and peace?
an illusion merely existing in my dreams,
holds the fear that if another storm comes,
i will continue to drift farther away from you.
YOU ARE READING
𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮
Poetrya clear expression of mixed feelings. some days i'm afraid to write, because the honesty kills me. [will forever be ongoing] welcome to a world filled with an overwhelming amount of everything
