القمر ("The moon")
I told the sun I loved him
And he loved me back
Overnight I'd whisper to the moon
He'd see me cry my heart out
The moon asked me if the sun had known about my unhappiness
I told him that I didn't want the sun to see me broken
He asked me "what's the difference between him and I ?"
I replied; "He doesn't except me the same way you do."
- Ru
YOU ARE READING
Depression fell in love
PoetryIn a way I always looked at my pain as art, I picked up the paint brush full of feelings, dipped it in the paint full of different colours of pain, and painted my world with words on a broken canvas
