All I could see was, his dark brown eyes staring at me.
Category: Poetry
My poetry speaks volumes of what I’ve kept in my heart for a long time. I believe in the power of words that can heal your heart. And Poetry is the soul of power.
Disguise.
But here, only death surrounds.
Life and Death.
I wonder if I’ve ever let you know, my feelings for you were so true and pure.
Reflection.
I kept searching for you. To talk to you about how my day went.
Crowd.
Craving isolation, embracing myself, I slept on the couch.
Revenge.
Now the melodies have changed and your words have lost their rhyme.
