How do you feel?
After all that time, i still didn't heal.
When you went away,
You let me as if i was between your hands just a play.
I watched you opening the door,
As you turned i couldn't handle anymore.
They say time can heal,
We just get used to the pain, isnt it real?
How many times they asked me "are you fine?"
I smiled, wore the mask, as my heart broke into pieces just like this glass of wine.
Tell me how can i even comtrol my thoughts?
Its like your head is talking loud but still cant fought.
How will i ever stop thinking?
It's like you're surrounded by water but drowning not drinking.
You all ask me why i'm sad,
Its a feeling i was seven years old when i had.
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Poems.
PoetryI believe, writing is artistic. Every time you hold a pen, you make art with the ink in that pen, a beautiful drawing. Writing can express a lot, more than you can imagine. Without writing our existences are meaningless. So everyone should take the...
