I laid in my bed,
Cold, uncomfortable, and led.
he threw waves,
And I sunk in his anger.
I pulled away, away, away.
But now I’m isolated in an island away from everything I’ve learned and my feelings feel obligated to stay there too.
I understand- I can contemplate- I realize what I’ve done now.
I guess I can learn to live on this island.
Created: Jun 03, 2012noskinleftover Document Media