Sitting here in the sun
wondering,..am I the only one?
The only one to come undone?
This can't be true
I must be one of the few.
One of the few to know loves death-kiss
and the feeling in my heart that love no longer exists
but i know its all around,this I see
When it comes my way,that's my cue to flee
i flee so fast from town to town
Don't need no gas to keep my wheels spinning around
i take a right turn,now all open road
streight on into the sunset to burn my soul.
Written by;W.J.Gerhardt๐
- Author: W.J.G.๐ (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 9th, 2021 15:22
- Comment from author about the poem: One of my old poems.
- Category: Sad
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