You left me,
And now I feel empty.
Inside my chest are echoes;
The recurring songs of sorrow.
You showed me kindness and animosity,
And it was the perfect mix of artistry.
I lit up fireworks inside my room,
To get that past feeling I had with you;
So bright and exciting,
But also dangerous and blinding.
The sparks burnt every hope and pictures I kept,
Now I'm just wallowing in its ashes.
But I lay here thinking of letting you go,
While watching the disastrous firework show.
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
