Pain, tearful days of the lonely month the year of the wolf
And the sadness fills my eyes.
You think you can love me?
I want to laugh.
I want to scream.
I'm looking at the sun,
But I'm begging for the moon.
Take me
Kill me now.
Fill my heart
Not my eyes.
Speak the truth
Not your lies.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a broken soul
PoésieDark, emotional, may I say some of them happy, in a grunge way, poems. Each of them with a different love story.
