I don't like winter,
it remind me who I am.
The cold is my empty soul,
the rain is my tears dropping of my face,
the thunder is my heart breaking cuz' you're not here.
The darkness is my life without hope,
and when it's dark,
my monsters come out to play,
they're not under my bed,
they live inside my head.
YOU ARE READING
memories of a broken heart
Poetryi'm writing a lot of stuff lately that I think is called poetry (well, for me is just sadness turned into words, but, whatever), i decided to post them here :)
