The sky, the air, the tide.
Like those I've bid goodbye.
The images forever lost in my mind.
The people tainted by my touch.
My life isn't much.
All I have is this open road and a journey that is long.
But I know one day I'll be home to the place where i belong.
YOU ARE READING
to someone.
Poetrypeoms written for people still figuring out who they are. if you're here, than I guess that would be you.
