Wind
The calm wave of tommorow
The fearful tsunami of the past
The slight breeze of sorrow
Or the bright moon that makes it last
The wind blows in my hair
Taking my thoughts away
The wind can catch me almost any day.
But for now I don't jump off the edge.
I stay.
I just hope to die at 200 when the wind blows and sings.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Hidden Pride
PoesíaYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
