Let your eyes droop in sorrow
Allow your heart to survive its damage
May your kindness be something that I can pricelessly borrow
and sieze entrance of your heart that I find a wreckage.
The golden rule is one that I cannot live without,
everywhere I go,
every peer I meet
was merely nothing but a long lost drought.
I'd cry for days and days
because I,
behind these pretty brown eyes–
am a maze.
But I knew
what I know now.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
