I walked back, in the night, to the days when I held a knife with a grin on my face.
These are the days when blades were just dad's shaving instrument.
I jogged through days when care was a kite I let fly.
When words were water in constant flow.
When thoughts were only for writing.
When love was nothing
When I had nothing,
and everything,
at 14.
-LovableConundrum
°○°○13/08/2019°○°○1:52a.m°○°○
YOU ARE READING
🌟Soul Words🌟
PoetryWhere there are words; there is comfort. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● It's exhausting, The dreams I have; Trying to make what's fantasy, Include no hardship. Into false of hopes of reality. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● ☆In this monumenta...
