One more night,
then I'm done.
After night,
comes the sun.
324 sunsets,
324 day breaks.
One spring,
one summer,
one fall.
Two half winters,
and I still like you.
One hug,
no kisses,
7 dreams.
I broke.
Like a glass,
I fell,
cracked,
and spilled.
It all came out.
Four nights,
of crying.
One night,
of smiling.
I seem to be dying.
No more,
tears.
Only smiles.
I have no secrets.
Except one,
can you keep it?
I was lying.
I feel like crying.
Yes I'm smiling.
But inside,
I'm dying.
YOU ARE READING
The World In My Words
PoesíaThese are my stories, they are my words and my thoughts and my feelings. It takes time to turn tragedy into art. This is my corrupted world in words. This is a message from the breathless. Can you read between the lines?
