There are days wherein it feels like morning- the sun is blooming so brightly, portraying another chance to exist. The flowers sings like the bird does, a moment where everything feels vivacious.
Then some days feels like night, it's dark and misty-- suffocating you to death. Monsters crawl on your bed, you're puzzled and guessing if one of those monsters is you-- a grotesque creature taunting you until your last breath.
YOU ARE READING
Fragmented
PoetryShe was once a whole A beautiful piece That once builds a home But now she's a broken masterpiece ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm still a working progress just like this book I hope you'll understand if I...
