i see people holding hand.
keeping each other strong while one of them weak.
holding each other tight while one of them almost fall.
they always spend time together through rough times.
but, nothing last forever.
i don't mind them.
i have my self.
i have one hand to hold the another one.
i have two hands to wipe my tears away.
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].
