Artificial hope,
And a bottle of whiskey,
My smile's hanging low,
Might be missing the warmth around me,
It wasn't meant to be,
If it was, then what is this?
An eternal shadow,
Irrelevant to the fantasy required to my list,
But it was never a list,
It was only you.
YOU ARE READING
Dust of the untold
PoetryYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
