Sometimes before two weeks ago.
I think about you
But I must not
You are what I crave
But I must not
You would let me
But I shouldn’t let myself
You miss me
And I, miss the details
You’re trying to push it away
As you see we cannot be
But nonetheless you miss me
And I wish it could be
But I cannot
For I am free
Yet I am bond by the scene
I crave you
I cannot have you
Look
Don’t touch
Only see
YOU ARE READING
Condemning Conspiracy
PoetryCensure the scheme of those who know not what they have done but reveal the results with a light show. Third book of the Evolution series brings the passion of poetry to life ending the series with a bow.
