"Perhaps it was my heart,
I left in the dark.
Unwillingly searching,
For hope to spark.Where mornings would never
Become my friend.
And I'd patiently wait,
The days to end."
YOU ARE READING
everything i didn't say ;
Poetrymy whole existence speaks sadness, so i'm letting you feel all the hatred and heartaches, for this is everything i didn't say.
end ;
"Perhaps it was my heart,
I left in the dark.
Unwillingly searching,
For hope to spark.Where mornings would never
Become my friend.
And I'd patiently wait,
The days to end."