i was holding on to thin strings
knowing the entire risk i was making
upon pressing that send button
letting him know what i still felt all this time
looking into the mirror
i see my cheeks with a faint blush of pink
with that, i covered my face
hating the girly color that i have just seen
i hope what i'm doing
is not something that i'll regret
all i want is to live the rest of my days
since my life is already hanging by a thread
YOU ARE READING
up in the clouds
Puisishe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
