These silent tears rolling down my face
Feeling my eyes sting like mace.
All these memories are folded
And some of them are molded.
Most of which I don't want to remember.
Like those bad times in November.
That time when you always left me
But then I had let you be.
It always hurt knowing you're gone.
Whats worse is I've known you for so long.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
شِعرA poem a chapter, bringing you something to read, unsure what the hell any of this means. 《------》 I'm hoping to write better poetry as it isn't my main genre, so please let me know some tips that could help my writing.
