deepundergroundpoetry.com
Blues
Winding woods
At first
My favourite world
Now, at times,
I fight with its
Tangled limbs
Its everything
For I lost the heart
That beats with mine
When I dove into its
Mess
Beautiful
But not home
Without
him
At first
My favourite world
Now, at times,
I fight with its
Tangled limbs
Its everything
For I lost the heart
That beats with mine
When I dove into its
Mess
Beautiful
But not home
Without
him
Published 8th Oct 2017
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 594
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
