Poems from vintage_dancer
Wondering around.. following the wind..
Trying to not be lost
stumbling upon my flaws,
falling into holes..
Never quite understanding, the...
What are the odds?
Of being born when you were
Of saying I love you when you did
Of being the person that you are
What are the odds?.. of...
Wondering around.. following the wind..
Trying to not be lost
stumbling upon my flaws,
falling into holes..
Never quite understanding, the...
You've made it to the end. Time to cry with glee
but you stand at the crossroads of what to do and who you are to be
You can't get to go...
To this day
the grass grows
the wind blows
and the sun has shown
but no one has ever cared
and NEVER will
someone’s life was just...