• heissavage 9w

    Memoirs

    An isle of memories,
    A sailing ship of dreams,
    It keeps me afloat,
    Makes me keep paddling,
    When I'm enroute.

    The nights I sleep,
    The dreams that haunts,
    Are things I see.

    I share the Love,
    The pain I get ,
    Is not what I give.

    The tempest may be rough,But ill make it to shore.
    ©heissavage