There are words left unsaid.
The heart hunch in dolour.
This time the birds sings a different song
- a melody of the blues,
Under the starry sky,
The view of the old houses surrounding the lake seems a blur from the tears.
Tonight I found myself standing in the crossroad -
Loving you still and wanting to leave...
-LomlomMizo
YOU ARE READING
Her Melancholic Reverie
PoesíaIf you're here to read something profound, i can assure you you'd be disappointed! These are just tales, a terribly tiny tales at that; written by an imperfect creation, walking on earth hiding her true feelings with humor as a shield! I hope you en...
