Familiar tunes,
I turn them out.
Familiar smiles,
I stop looking at it.
Familiar feels,
I hate the fluttering.
Ever since you left,
I hate every memory.
Every day I see you,
But you're never there.
Strange sounds,
It deafens me.
Strange expression,
They mute me.
Same old feelings,
I'm getting numb.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryEvery since I learned how to express myself using stylistic devices (?) I've been writing poetry, and some my poems I publish here. Some might be better, some might be worse, but each of them carries a piece of my mind.
