Be the bow,
to my rain
or be the one
that's on my
arrow.
The one,
that is glimmering
or be hit by the thunder
of spears
with your face
shocked with fears,
and wasted tears.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of an Introvert
PoetrySecond book of the The Dorks Are Shining. A poetry and some random thoughts filed to create a meaningful reflection of what society really is and how does life work.
HELL OR HELL
Be the bow,
to my rain
or be the one
that's on my
arrow.
The one,
that is glimmering
or be hit by the thunder
of spears
with your face
shocked with fears,
and wasted tears.
