It’s always you on the edge alone,
Shahzaib Sheikh
Waiting and weathering with time,
Many come to erode you of your insanity,
Thus, leave withering to social clematis,
You have to bloom far bright,
Why hold on to a thorn of a deadly fight,
The emotions that combusted may once more ignite,
For now, the coldness in the ravines holds might,
It’s always you on the edge alone,
Waiting and withering with time.
Living Rocks
