On my mind
I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
My mind is riddled
With images of you
The things we
Did last night.
Our paths collided
Not by accident.
Hoping only that
Love will come from this.
You pulled me up
From the bottom
Of the pitch black
Pit of loneliness
I will remember this
I will repay you,
This new passion
Is for you,
It’s all because of you!
© 2019 Wendy Engela