I make your world miserable,
Dark and dead with my prescence.
I feel sorry for you to know me,
For seeing my rotter core.
This heart became its full self
After meeting yours, and yet
It became lonely in an instant.
YOU ARE READING
My poems
PoetryPoems that came from the unspoken words. If I could tell You, dear Sun, all this is meant for You - yet when I open my mouth, silence is the only that comes out. If You ever, somehow, find this, read them with care and an open mind.
