And I still remember the times
I was sitting on the floor,
crying, crying, crying so much
and sometimes I feel like
I am still there
As if time has turned itself around, upside down
and I still cannot get up
Because everything is
spinning, spinning, spinning so much
And I still am locked, on the floor
because hope is forgotten
but I'm still
hoping, hoping, hoping so much
YOU ARE READING
you could call it poetry
Poesiapoetry I. just a small collection of poetry, thoughts, excerpts and playlists... they get better after a while ☆ please do not forget to vote if you like it ☆ please do not steal
