At least alone is what I have
Being with myself pretending I'm an island in the middle of sea of faces
Catching, dodging glances
Defending nothing but the new found solitude I muster
Enclosed are the lonely trinkets
Fascinating but surreal
God, I need to find me
How do I find thee?
YOU ARE READING
Random Rants of a Random Ranters
Poetry" From this day forward You should listen But choose to make a choice Between them or yourself I tell you to choose 'YOU' You, you, and only YOU " -Things you read here [#Wattys2017] (My original poetry book, same title, was accidentally deleted. Al...
