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