I sat in my room alone at night
going through all the things
which have broken my heart
reliving each moment of pain
as this will be our last
My pillow is dry now
it's not wet in my tears anymore
and I can feel that the tremors of my soul
are calming down
and going distant from my home
Do you think the universe would weep forever?
for every of its broken star
for each of it's scar
then who am I to hold on to things
that has left me in an agony
So now I have decided
that I have to let go a few things from my basket
because if I don't lose them now
then I will lose myself forever
and would never be able to come out of my bedroom door
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The sky isn't always blue
PoetryThese are some of my poetries. I wrote these poems during some very tough times in my life. All I can say is that writing saved me!