i hate crying
because you can't see
you can't see whoever made
you shed those tear
you can't see if they're happy
they finally broke you
or if they have guilt spread
across their face like
wildfire
YOU ARE READING
to the sad ones
Poetrytake 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...
blurry
i hate crying
because you can't see
you can't see whoever made
you shed those tear
you can't see if they're happy
they finally broke you
or if they have guilt spread
across their face like
wildfire
