Too late to realize,
I am now millions of miles away from happiness that's supposed to be mine.
Too late to realize,
All this time of hiding I have chosen to follow my mind.
Too naive. Too scared to fight.
YOU ARE READING
When Boredom Strikes
PoetryThe sun sets. The darkness came. When boredom strikes, I think of you all over again. Then creativity starts, the journey to memory lane now begins. _______ N.B: Keep reading. May you enjoy this roller coaster ride! -Marjwiiitty
