Solivagant
Seeds sown, still,
no blooming love,
seems I couldnt nurture
you enough,
so while my seeds
remain ungrown
I'll be the one, wandering alone
You burden me with
false happiness,
then expect me to breathe
beneath the mess,
so while my needs
remain unknown,
I'll be the one, wandering alone
Can't make sense
of fake sensations
liquid dreams
cant be foundations,
so while you weigh up
sand and stone
I'll be the one, wandering alone.
Copyright © Jodie Williams | Year Posted 2013
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