I'm sick and tired of writing the sad verse;
Can somebody save me from this curse?
Thinking that you will be my rose,
Now I just can't forget the propose.
All I write is verses for the brokens,
The type of poems that you don't wanna hear.
Who left the floodgates of my eyes open?
Now the pages soak in tearful tide.
Oh, like Niagara, they cascade,
Baby, you're to blame for this blood rain,
You're the architect behind this crimson red sea,
Lost in the waves of our memory.
YOU ARE READING
A Shy Introvert's Laments
Poesíamost of this is sad cos I am coded to write sad lines I guess. These are words I cant speak out loud. A shy introvert's random laments I'm 19 y/o and wanted to share some of my poetry to others. I write when i'm bored :) This is my first story in Wa...
