I'm going through a phase.
A phase tougher then heart break,
A phase rarely seen.
I don't know what to call it but the silent walls shall apprise my story,
The pen will fail to depict my emotions,
And my tears wash away with the rain that falls.
She then is the only one that can tell you what I'm feeling.
This is not a poem...
YOU ARE READING
THE MORNING AFTER
Poetry"My love for you runs so deep, It is hard for me to even sleep. Every time I see your eye, All I want to do is cry. When I touch your lovely skin, I get so nervous from within" a continuation of midnight thoughts my previous book if you haven't read...
