IT'S EASIER TO BE ALONE
Does the smell of the rain make you think of me too?
By Jolea BradshawPublished 4 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
Opened windows and opened doors
A few premature waves goodbye,
I wish a few could have stayed.
How do I occupy all of this extra space?
I don’t know if I will ever figure that out.
Take back your promises to grow out together,
Or I will live here forever in gullible lingering.
I’d rather chase devotion in my dreams than sing myself to sleep again.
Sweeping through the mess left in the back of my brain,
Still avoiding the thoughts with any bit of substance left.
Drained from all the moments that you have spent back and forth in my mind,
Wondering if I have made you weary too?
About the Creator
Jolea Bradshaw
Constantly chasing after chaotic beauty


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