Layers of dust
cover your photo
Words weren't enough
But money was
Feelings disregarded,
figures delved deep
Was it my heart
or yours
that was made of stone?
Now I sit here.
Cold rooms,
frigid nights.
Sleeping pills
Losing the fight
Temptress to all,
lover to none
Was it the first hello
where it all went wrong?
Whispered sentences
hold no meaning.
Stranger to all
and hooked on a feeling.
YOU ARE READING
Creative Writing 11 Journal Works
Cerita PendekThis is a compilation of different works from my creative writing 11 class so different parts can vary from poetry to short stories to obscure works. All in all, more of an obscure journal of work rather than a concise story
