I relied on my words.
They always brought you back,
when you drifted away
to the land of despair.
But my words
are no longer enough
to bring you back to me.
As your land of despair
is now my arms.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe Mondegreen
Poetry"Her night was wasted away on people who live in the day" Free verse, word spill. Poems from a teenage girl about heartbreak, love, sadness, and hope. [[COMPLETED]]
