There's no home,
no person,
no true belonging,
compared to a moment with yourself.
Live so that you die,
what's the meaning of it all?
It matters not,
for you should live for yourself,
in the safety that comes with solitude.
For safety has never felt so satisfying,
with a book in hand,
and a room shut from the outside world.
my creative writing teacher didnt like the title, i think it's appropriate.
YOU ARE READING
𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
