shards of broken glass
they slice through my delicate skin
opening it up
letting the blood slowly slip out.
i wanted you to be with me
but instead, i got the painful memories
that will stay with me
way longer
than you ever would.
YOU ARE READING
The color in rain || Watty's 2018
ПоэзияBECAUSE my dear, the most FRIGHTENING thunderstorms create the most BEAUTIFUL rainbows. * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * ** * a collection of short bittersweet poems
