The thing about feelings is that
It's hard for me to keep them under control.
As the days go by, I find it hard
To keep hell from breaking loose.
And I don't want to get too attached
Or to let people come too close.
Why? That's the question that keeps haunting me to this day.
I don't know - that's my favorite answer
But it's not the truth. Alas, the wounds are saltier
Than ever, and just won't close
After all these years.
Blue wind swirling in the depth of my aching heart.
Cliché, I know. N'est pas Rimbaud qui veut.
YOU ARE READING
Mind of a Wanderess - A Collection of Poems
PoetryThis book is a collection of the poems I write, whenever my muse and my mood tell me to do so. Here, in this book, you can have access to a young woman's thoughts and feelings. /warning: my style is very random, and most of my poems are written in o...
