I’m not an island getaway
a refuge far from home
a place that you escape to
whenever you can roam
I am not a freeway
a road for passing through
a way to get from here to there
in moments far and few
I’m not a glass of liquor
I’m not a room for rent
I’m just a used-up spirit
whose heart is all but spent.
Beautiful
you are very kind
Though you are actually a universe hiding in a small hole in your heart.
thanks for always being so kind and supportive
Aha! I am very happy that you are now willing to exchange words, and you are very much welcome, my friend