Phone calls after phone calls. Lack of trust, lack of desire. The sweat and effort you put through died down, slowly. Silent drives. Smiles turned to frowns, soft words turned to anger. Empty conversations. We've been living on clouds for too long we forgot how the real world works. Maybe some things are meant to die before it even got a chance to live.
YOU ARE READING
Pages of Repressed Feelings
PuisiIt's a compilation of my thoughts. Not so much a poetry, but i guess you can call it that. Some might be light, others might be dark. Some might be extremely personal, others are inspired by other people. Welcome to my brain, it's a fucked up one.
