Heard every single droplet, the beat they produced, the melody they made
The only thing I could not comprehend is the rain, either it was outside or inside my heart
Sitting on a bed, I felt the heaviness in my chest. I wanted to lie down
The surface cut me, made me shiver whenever I tried to rest
My voice was sharp as the thunder from rain piercing into ribs
Making me crawl on the cushions, despising my very existence from the core
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Yeah, people! I uploaded two poems at the same time because of all the love and support I received 😁 Can't thank enough! Love y'all. Stay safe❤️🙏
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White Stained Roses
PoetryA collection of poetry about love, pain, misery and hurdles of life. A way of escape through words into the skies of freedom, above the clouds ,where no one can reach me except the bridge of melody I've tried to add roses everywhere in my...
