She asked if I was crying, i said "yes"
She asked me why, but I didn't reply
Then she left and closed the door shut
I sat there in darkness feeling sick to my gut
She came back and again asked if I was fine
Again I said "yes";
but when she left I let out a whine
"Yes, yes,fine fine" that's all I ever say
Can't I tell my true feelings, atleast for a day?
You believed what I said
All the time I am just crying in my bed
I felt discouraged and I felt weak
And there is no one to wipe my cheek
It doesn't matter anymore, everything is over
I'll just lay there like a dying clover 🍀
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Thoughts in existence
PoesiaThis is not a story but some of my thoughts in form of sorta poems. Hope u like them. The picture used in the cover is mine. I have made the cover myself pls dont copy
