long before this
we used to be
the thunder and storm
in the space
flashing upon the stars
against the sky.
now it's a shiny day
thunder and storm
are no longer existed.
the mess that we made is
tearing us apart
until only tears and fears
left.
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].
