I was crying at the staircase
I was sitting with my eyes closed on cold concrete
I covered the walls with poems
And then the floor
It felt like the feeling fell
And the room became something like grave
And I became something like dead
Crying at that damn staircase
I was lying with my head on the cold steps
Tears felt so heavy-
How could my eyes even bare them ?
YOU ARE READING
Why did you cry last night
PoetryWe all have our own reasons for the tears we shade when no one is looking. These are mine. But I turned them into poetry "Life imitates art" Lana Del Rey once said- Or art imitates life?
