In the middle of the storm,
Alone.
Droplets of water fall,
The sky cries;
But still I am,
Alone.
I wonder,
If my heart cries,
Just like the sky,
With droplets of blood,
Will it be the same?
Will I still be like today,
Shaking, cold,
Alone?
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Indulge Me
PoetryA collection of random poems that pops into my head. May not make any sense whatsoever but I needed a place to keep them.
