Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
I'm a lost street you've lost track of.
Your bare feet caught wounds,
Trying to turn back... I guess.
It is the sand that spreads
Over your hair that makes you cry.
It is the sun that burns the sky
And leaves your skin dry.
I am a shy heart that loves you
For the first time.
I am an abandoned building
With erased history,
Seen by everyone who takes a picture
And then leaves with a blurred mind -