it's morning.
it's cold.
it feels like night,
where i supposed to see the stars and the moon.
thousand stars.
and one moon.
i feel like i'm one of the stars around you.
you're the moon.
you have thousand stars.
i'm nothing.
good morning, my sweetest nightmare.
see you again in my another dreams.
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].
