"but, hey. i don't hate you for everything happened, for everything i felt, for every lies you told me."
"i hate the way i let you in easily."
YOU ARE READING
the barrier.
Poetrythe rain will fall, as much as her tears drop as much as her words that she almost tell as much as her feelings that she always hide. they will also fall upon the earth and dry up, along with the rain. -escarlatee, 2017. [all poems are mine].
