the mourning after-
cloudy grey skies , raindrops fall from my bedroom window
the lights are off , with my head low casted with regret and darkness
foundation, blush, mascara, to cover up my face stained with sadness.
my voice is cracked , from so much crying i can't talk.
oh how days like that these i'd rather much be with you
but i can't and you know it too.
i wasted my time being by your side
but now your secrets and lies can no longer hide
and now , it feels like my heart has died.
YOU ARE READING
hits hard
Poesíashe's dealing with the traumatic experience of love. lowercase intended.
