i regret every single of it
the way i change my habits
just trying to fit in
now i hear them talking
pouring tears
ponding fears
crying inside their cars
the road our tracks
getting older
getting bolder
never been wiser
accused being a liar
pouring tears
in the middle of pouring rain
hit by the train
ended up in one place
YOU ARE READING
sleepless nights
PoesíaEvery night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my f...
