By: Faye Damon
Solely listening to the music
that touch to my senses.
The water drops to the ground
from the raindrops sky.
Searching some warm stuff
to embrace the shaking-self.
Slowly took a step ,the weak self.
turning down.
The roundtable sitting by the fragile lady that divulge her
vulnerability.
Sipping the smoky coffee that
hasty to flow on her throat.
The fluid scatter to her belly and
spread like virus to her body.
Sighing from the thoughts she
was thinking that it will fade like
an eraser.
The loneliness she felt is from the heartache.
She sought the happiness and
pain was given.
-Roxetteyes
