like the tires, I went wear
afraid to try, afraid to move
tired,of the last surprise
dry land,like a dry desert
I thirsted,
thought of moving,
walked paces ,but gave up
not sure,
whether what I thirsted.....the new soul would quench
funny ,how I even thought of it
promises,just like past
"risk it",he said
so surewas he, that I was strong
I wore the pretence ,that it would be "fine"
gave in
slowly,I became sure
I wasn't working,the heart did...🙍
giving in to a ghost soul,
forgetting the past fears
Oh God,,,,,....I WAS INLOVE 🙆

@poetwinner