Maybe
The map
That will lead me to you
Has not been created yet.
Maybe
The ship
That will take me to you
Has not been built yet.
Maybe
The stars
That will guide me to you
Have not been born yet.
Maybe
The you
Who will wait for me
Has not woken up yet.
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
