Poems from wanderlust.poetry
Oh but will I ever again see the sun? How long is my life to remain a painting that the artist gave up on?
There is no color in my...
I can't sleep knowing that I'm not the one you're dreaming about.
Or that maybe you're as hurt as me and you're still up, drowning your...
With your hand firmly in mine, our path was clear, right in front of us.
There was no confusion, no uncertainty
Then you left.
Your...
I missed you today
I sang a song that reminded me of sitting across from your atrophic mind,
Telling you truths in a way that kept it off...
My haven is a blank canvas, waiting for feet and boards to paint stories and songs across its surface
Each 3D painting, a masterpiece, the...