to
the
one
who
used
to be
here
beside
me,
in Saturday.
but wasn't.
do you know how it feels
when you should let things go
without even take it for a second?
when you should throw things away
without even touch it with your bare hand?
when you should see someone else in his arm,
the only place you want to be in forever.
to someone,
the only question
i want to know
about the answer.
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].
