A cold morning
Rain starts pouring,
Sun is hiding.
Rains are tears
From heaven-
The pain He kept
Since the beginning.
When the sun comes up,
I need your heat
And lighten our wide.
-roseesesch
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Broken
ПоэзияThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
