Isn't it wistful
How misery falls on me
Like dominoes falling freely
Towards my own story
And I'm broken
Fix it
While your secrets remain nocturnal
The truths live in diurnal
I discovered a way to destroy myself
In every day and night
And it's a cycle
But you did it
You broke it
Fix it
YOU ARE READING
Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)
Thơ caMy most poetically written poems are buried deep inside my disastrous heart. Love is poetry; you are the poetry.
