Lost
It's been years since I've written a actual poem,
Wondering when my new world would come so I could prepare like Noah.
Time was my enemy until we listened to each other,
finally understand now there's no need to fight over the covers.
I pushed myself away and gave myself to others,
and they never even noticed like my love was undercover.
So here I am back to the drawing board,
trying to figure out where's the love I stored for time like these.
I can't find it so I'm back on my knees
Wrapping my trees
Writing till my fingers bleed
Looking for answers cause I'm looking for me.
YOU ARE READING
La Vie...
PoetryLiteracy is known as a source of expression. Transforming our inner thoughts using terms and creative forms of expressions putting into a short or long story. This is my form expression, welcome to my life.
