I've been here before
It's all so familiar
I am used to it
Going to the same place
My mind doesn't mind
It's so normal
But how come I am not happy
This doesn't feel right
It's like this can't be happening to me
But it is
YOU ARE READING
if the skies were blue
Poetrywill you still remember me, the pouring rain and the empty bottles of wine. a small piece of art to devour slowly. hold my hand and let's walk the fields of poetry and vulnerability, as I show you a glimpse of my writing. (I know so cheesy lol)
