We both know nothing good comes out of those broken promises,
Just volcanic eruptions and dark ashes.
We're both smarter than this, right?
We can't keep coming back to each other just to fight.
What we have is becoming less of human interaction,
But more of shaking nerves and total destruction.
I built up walls and and dug moats around my heart,
But with your every word I become more vulnerable to your spark.
I don't know where we're heading,
But I know for sure that we're not near the ending.
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...
