Chimes,
everywhere.
I cried
with nothing to lose
but a stare.
Tears streamed
down my face
with a look, maybe a glare.
She left
and here I still am
paying my fair share.
Here I am
realizing after
every year that passed by
as 15 years crossed,
that you never decided to care.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
