today
I finally knew
how soft
asphalt could look,
today I finally saw
behind the spine
of my books.
today I finally understood
the meaning
of alone,
when you said goodbye
I felt like I lost my home.
(the last few chapters have 0-2 reads even though they've been updated days ago, what am i doing wrong :-( )
YOU ARE READING
Wanderers
Poetry" She was written poetry While He was just a draft Combined together They couldn't have made art For one didn't rhyme with the other And sadly Both weren't in sync together. " (This is the first official book I've posted on wattpad and intended to k...
