His Past.
14 year old boy suffering his first heartbreak with no one to give him guidance,
His miserable,
Every night he's sleeping on a soaking pillow.
The family doesn't know they can't tell somethings different.
Walking in these streets with no one but his shadows keeping him company.
Searching...Searching...Searching...
Seeking for a solution on how to cure this heartbreak.
They introduced to him to a friend called Mary Jane.
They said laughter was the best medicine,
Sure it cured the pain today but what about tomorrow ?
So this became a slippery slope.
Given up on love breaking hearts became his occupation,
Until they beat him at his own game.
They said karma is a bitch,
So he lived with a broken heart,
But wore a smile on his face.
Because life is unpredictable nobody chooses who they want to fall inlove with.
Everytime he went to bed he just prayed he makes it to The Morning After.
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...
