The shallowness of relationships I always fall into, drains me too much. Blood is squeezed out from my body. My mouth is dry yet my tongue is trying to moist my cracked, bleeding lips. Months before, I was longing for the sunlight to appear. But right now, the heat is wringing my soul out. Now I long for the rain to quench my thirst. For in the rain there is no promise of happy endings, yet you know the rain always stops. What of sunlight though? It ceases at night and sometimes get covered by clouds of rain. There is hope in sunlight, yet I do not wish to hope. Because hope easily crumbles, like how promises are easily crushed.
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Original Poem Collections: Love, Colors and Oddities
PoetryI scour each and every obscure part of my heart hoping to not find traces of you... But my heart's every damned beat screams of your name. And every drop of blood is as vibrant as your red sun-kissed cheeks. A collection of short, original poems. U...
