I'm not sure of where I stand, I'm lost in my own ways and my way back is shrouded in doubts,
I'm somewhere I thought I was meant to be but now I'm not sure I'm where I need to be,
I can feel the grounds beneath my feet split open and I don't think I can stop myself from falling,
I've lost myself and as much as I want to deny the obvious, I did this with my own hands, I'm trapped in a misty forest and I can't seem to find my way out.
~ Robyn ~
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The heart that cried wolf
Poetry~ This book contains several write ups like the one below ~ I use to think that whatever you put into the universe would always come back to you, just like a boomerang, but not all boomerangs return to their throwers, I've played the role of putting...
