A drop in the ocean.
A change in weather.
I was hoping we might end up together,
though, I was the ocean but you wanted rivers...
I was the moon and you chased stars.
You kept ignoring, each and every time .. I tried to reach out to you,
You thought I'd always be around. Yet, now the tables have turned and I'm no longer calling or checking for you.
And you are wondering, Why? I'm not looking for you. Well, you taught me to live with out you... And that's exactly what I'm doing.
YOU ARE READING
Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
