i'm still hoping. it's my fault.
hoping that you'll come back.
hoping that you'll hold me and tell me everything is okay.
hoping that you'll promise me things you won't deny.
hoping that you'll stay by my side.
but, i know those shits are totally hopeless.
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].
