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
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PuisiThis 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...
