Day was breaking,
as I laid and slept.
Morning comes,
as I tire from my rest.
The curtains are shut and closed,
as my eyes flutter awake.
No one seems to know,
the truth hidden behind my smiling face.
I sit up then look around in wonder,
squinting my eyes while trying to understand.
How on Earth did I get here?
With no big or luxurious plans.
I slip into my shoes, then rise to my feet,
Slowly turning to face the metal door.
I take a few steps, then reach for the handle,
only to be blinded by a wave of tears as they pour.
Now where exactly was I going?
With those puffy sad red eyes.
To put on a front that can never detected,
and try forget her silent goodbyes.
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Quick Poems
PoesíaThe first one is from a while back, but the others are pretty recent. These are just some poems I wrote from my experiences that I'd like to share with y'all
