I long for conversations lost
and await for those to come.
Although the road behind,
leaves a sour taste in mind
my feet will flourish on newly polished marble.
For I will stand on high
in the presence of my newest companions.
It could never be the kind
of those once left behind,
to bring me back from
such devastating cost.
YOU ARE READING
Anatomically Incorrect
PoetryA collection of poems. Words that don't make sense, being turned into words that do make sense. You are the interpreter. As you read these pages, you will see the broken pieces, hearts, minds, and souls. However, you shall be at peace. It is meant...
