Do not listen when they tell you
That loving him will feel like home.
You will give your heart and soul
To him and wind up homeless.
g.c.g
YOU ARE READING
The blossom of a poet
PoetryWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
Homeless
Do not listen when they tell you
That loving him will feel like home.
You will give your heart and soul
To him and wind up homeless.
g.c.g
