I walked up to him with grief in my eyes
Asking" why do you have to leave?"
for I was too young to understand,
Not all those who start a story stay till it's complete.
I realized the truth about people like him,
People always in search of a new light,
I could burn myself to keep him from the dark,
And he still wouldn't stay the night.
YOU ARE READING
Fever Dreams
PoetryThere's just something so peaceful about the late hours that brings out the creativity in me. I have had these poems in my journals and diaries for years, thought it was time somebody read them. I hope you like it..<3
