Clueless.
Not another pill,
No gaps left to fill,
free to climb the hill,
Living for the thrill.
I’ll get sleepless nights,
But loose the fights,
Gain laddered tights,
And rising kites.
I’ll gain more sleeping love,
But Care from above,
Sadness will get a shove,
I’ll be the white dove.
I’ll acquire another bright spark,
another way to light the dark,
An occasion to mark,
no more dreams to park.
Not another tear,
Not another fear,
Not a single tear,
I’ll last another year.
YOU ARE READING
The Pure, Simple, Truth.
PoetryLife isn't always the best thing. But we only get one. So here I am, making the most of it, trying my best to get everything i feel down into words so that i don't have to dwell on those feelings and thoughts anymore. My latest collection of poems...
