My poetry are my words
That are screaming in my head.
Each poem sung by a different voice,
Each line a pain and a careful choice.
All these unshed tears that my eyes wore,
Were diamonds that my heart once bore.
All of the time I didn't speak my voice,
Are the days that I wasted upon letting my tears fall.
I hope you will fill your heart with my poetic Tears.
YOU ARE READING
Efflorescence
PuisiEverywhere my tears spill, Are buds that are trying to grow. Every bud to be bloomed , Holds an essence of my tears. The path that I've traveled, Leave trails of buds to be bloomed, I've come too far and it's too late, To runaway before this Efflor...
