It's been a while, it's been a while since i had words to give you, for words i lost, now words I've redeemed, I'd start with beautiful things, the morning rain is pleasant, like a pouring tear flowing with sadness, yet it looks so happy.
Wait, i don't know where this prose is going, but i know how it ends, it'll end with my i love you, i love you is a joyful word, happy, yet in deepest parts of the word, lies tears and broken words, words you've taken for granted.
Like the rain everything in here looks happy, all in hues of yellow, but as the clouds cover up the happy sun, the beautiful rain falls and it's all blue.
But as I've said this'll end with I love you.
YOU ARE READING
POETRY THAT STAYS
ŞiirYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
