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 © | Year Posted 2013

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