collection of poems that define one's mind. A poem for some memory and throught that 'I' have.
Though, would it really be that special if I said it's for my self....?
In this endless sadness where I was born, I stood in a storm of my own mind But in hope, I had believed that in every end of a storm is a rainbow to be seen, So let it drizzle.
Let it pour into my soul Let it rain into my mind Let the water touch my skin Through these clothes of mine.
I lost hope the day I saw what i had missed. I felt as if sadness would swallow me now Sadness and disappointment of this world that I have loved once The same that I feel like hates me.
Is it true? These feelings of mine? I never believed them wholly after all But my mind kept convincing me that it was true. Does it really matter now that the disaster is done?
wait... I'm trembling Turns out the storm wasn't done And all my clothes are wet with sorrow But it's alright, at least I will get to see what comes after this one.
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