I feel it as my tears dry
Each one has a story
A story behind a broken heart
Falling walls and watery eyes
I couldn't dry those of mine
I pick up the broken pieces till I bleed
Then I wash my wound with my tears
I needed space
But the tables turned around
I opened my world for them
Why it's crushed down ?
I hate that I'm so down for it
I hate how it sounds
YOU ARE READING
they don't see what I see (Complete)
PoetryThis is a place I used to call home You were somebody I used to know This book is 100% mine so don't steal it If there were any similarity between any of my works and yours , its a coincidence
