Fear, fear is what grips me.
Fear, fear is what's holding me.
It's letting go. Letting go of breath.
Letting go, letting go.
I've been searching for you.
Searching so long.
Stayed so strong.
I've scaled every mountain, surveyed every city, trekked ever path for you.
But sometimes people are in placed you can't find them.
Sometimes no matter how hard you try you can't keep searching.
Letting go, letting go of my pain.
I'm still loving you.
But I'll wait for you to find me.
YOU ARE READING
Write My Soul
PoetryThe soul is complicated. It can be so full of emotions, colours, sounds, thoughts, wisps of dreams, and fractures of ideas. ****** Still working on my poetry. I do think it is improving, I hope you see that as the poems go on. Thank you for checkin...
