I tire of this world
the cuts on my skin healed with pain
the only way I'd survive is to go through it all again
I'm tired of her image in my mind
but I am forgetting her face and her voice
yet her body stays
sitting on a bench
under the moon
2:56 pm
YOU ARE READING
Venus (Book 2)
PoesiaA second poetry book, describing my pain, fear, and of course, sad moments as well as happy... You are not alone, and I'm sure you can get through this, we can work on this together. I wish you all the best in life! 2017
