Talking doesn't heal.
Hearts heal with time.
Grief-stricken.
Popped my bands this subah.
"You're arm is turning red."
Couldn't find her this subah.
Couldn't find you this subah.
I popped my bands for thirty minutes this subah.
Vociferating:
I'm fine.
Edge of waterworks.
Scared of heights.
Should I be scared
Because I have to get over myself?
I'm tall and strong,
But inside I'm melted.
Weak.
Coconut.
Pusillanimous.
I look for you still.
Besotted.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the Dearest Soul
PuisiPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
