Sometimes I wish,
my days were better than this.
A black cloud follows,
dropping rain only on me,
making me hollow.
A burst of shine hits,
and now I'm full of glee.
But lightning struck,
it's a sign
because now I'm deflated,
making a statement.
YOU ARE READING
My heart for all to see
PoetryMy mum past away April this year... Poetry to me is my outlet, my way of expressing myself, my way of coping with the intense feelings I endure at times. This is a side of me I don't show to those around me, and yet oddly enough I find myself postin...
