I can't say much, except whether the dear reader is tired of this continuing theme. I have some upbeat ones tho, you'll get to see them soon.
I could keep pretending
Of that I am sure
And no one would notice
Unless I knocked on their door
And I'll live all alone
Where no one can hurt me
And I'll sit high above stone
Where no one can reach me
There's a wetness on my cheeks
As I wonder what it is
My life drained away
My dreams burnt away
It's two am. and there my sister rests
Peaceful in the dark
And yet here I remain
Rambling with no spark.
They say there'll be someone
Who'll always have your back
But I think mine died
When I forgot how to trust
July 3rd '22
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
