Emotions, Freestyle, Inner Thoughts, Poetry, Writing

No, You’re Not

Tell me, show me, Something truly sincere "I'm sorry," doesn't mean anything To me anymore

Fantasy, Freestyle, Nature, Poetry, Writing


Soon, I descend into a familiar world Soft sheep prance upon fields of forest green, Ivory fleece bouncing with each bound A jubilant breeze drifts through, Winding around every living being, It reaches out with spectral fingers