the nightmares are real
the chill bumps ripple through my body
the hairs on my neck rise & stand on edge
my breathe hitches in the back of my throat
because i saw it, the lie in your eye
the emptiness behind your words
but i couldn't wake up
YOU ARE READING
to the sad ones
شِعرtake me away to the depths of my heart. where my tears are pools of ice, and my cries are songs of stone. my thoughts put into a book my heartaches put into poems to any sadkid out there this book might be for you. or not. all my poems belong to me...
