i stared at the blank white paper in front of me, again.
i was trying, to pour every single words in my mind and make it as what i wanted it to be.
i failed.
i never thought of making poetry that have you drown in it.
i gasped.
even words seemed like you, so real.
i figured it out, you were the poetry that haunted my whole day.
and at the end of the night,
i wrote nothing.
i threw it all away.
because everything i wrote,
was about you.
i wouldn't let you go inside me again,
even slowly.
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correct me if i'm wrong.
YOU ARE READING
the barrier.
Поэзияthe 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].
