Blank Sheets
I hope you read between my words
Because I unfold stories with just my tongue.
I've created lilac skies inside empty minds,
And you have burned cities down to just ash.
It's been so long, but the flowers have begun to bloom again.
I know where I was heading, and what was to become.
everything eventually dies, and i, i, was prepared for that.
We were on one road with two different paths, and I made my choice.
And you, you made yours.
I just hope whatever you did, and wherever you are
it brings you what you were searching for.
This poem is about:
Me