I thought your love could move seas over mountains,
Make shallow waters become more vivid the deeper you go,
I thought your world was made out of translucent windows,
And your sympathy was the only light sparkling through them.
I thought your voice could symphonise with the broken violin that my heart holds,
And yet, the only thing you did was make the empty shelves with broken, dirty books
Feel a bit less than just enscripted papers of nothingness.
You left, so my world could keep its only spark of joy.
The freedom of feeling lonely.
YOU ARE READING
My inner darkness
HorrorMost of the people describe sadness as an atributal feeling , a certain state of mind you are in when you feel too overwhelmed of everything going on around you. Some people tend to get stuck in their own piece of world until the storm is gone. I...