one month,
we never talk.
i thought i was strong enough,
to face this.
i thought you've gone from my mind, heart, and life.
i thought...
i moved on.
but, hell no.
seeing you again with that damn smile.
my sweat turns into blood. no.
YOU ARE READING
the barrier.
Poeziethe 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].
