It was raining
But to more honest,
I'll say the sky cried for me
I'm attached... emotionally
But it seems like you're not the same
And as I slowly wiped the water droplets
From my hazel brown eyes
I declared to never again
Grow flowers in your garden
Or hang my heart where you can see it
And wound it unintentionally
I'm sorry,
I can't do this anymore
I'm sorry,
My Dear Husband
I'm becoming detached
YOU ARE READING
Book of Short Stories and Poems
شِعرThis is a book of mostly poems and short stories by yours truly! Enjoy!
