Sitting at the corner beside a window,
Glancing outside and the glass casted my shadow,
The every drop of rain made a painful tone,
This was the every time the sky kisses the lawn.
As tears flowed down on my cheeks,
I felt the weather conversing me like it speaks,
Lone tears are not for those whose weak,
They're just brave enough to let themselves cry for a week.
Just hearing thyself creating sobs,
It somehow clenched my heart together with stabs,
This is the sounds of sadness produced by yours truly,
Just hear it, feel it, as all the painful ones are the things you couldn't see.
-Marxx Archer
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MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree
PoetryMARXX ARCHER POETRY(MAP) #1 LANGUAGE: ENGLISH GENRE: LITERATURE(LITERARY PIECES), ROMANCE POETRY, TRAGIC POETRY, SPOKEN POETRY, INSPIRATIONAL AND MOTIVATIONAL POETRY, AND SHAKESEARIAN SONNETS STARTED: AUGUST 31, 2021 PUBLISHED: OCTOBER 12, 2021 RESU...
