Shadows
They trail behind you,
whistling along to a song that's playing in your head
on
r e p e a t
They take a long drag of a cigarette of words,
letting the smoke drip down their lips
and
waltz around the air
that surrounds you
Tears bead up in their eyes but never fall,
they hold the
s e c r e t s
and words that you force down into your throat
Never letting your true emotions show
YOU ARE READING
Pomegranate Seeds at Modnight
PoesíaShort chapters filled with emotions, breakdowns and heartbreaks. Some parts are memories/moments that go on in my life.
