This is not what I'm used to.
I tend to break people.
You destroy me.
You make the stars shining in the sky
When I'm used to live in darkness.
Don't change me
It's s pointless.
You try to create a valley
Out of a dark forest;
There's no use.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a broken soul
PoetryDark, emotional, may I say some of them happy, in a grunge way, poems. Each of them with a different love story.
