Pillow stained tears
And a heavy heart
These are the nights
Where my thoughts are most raw
Where my demons crawl
Out of their cages and come out
Where silence is the only whisper
That haunts me instead
Of the constant screaming
in my head.
YOU ARE READING
Don't forget to water the roses
PoetryPoetry for The weary, for the undecided and "can't hide it" for the somedays and will be's for the love struck and the newbies. These words will flood your mind with inspiration, how to learn to forgive, and love. Not just someone else but yourself.
