the sun has burnt my skin
inspiration has left my mind
eyes are dried after countless tears
wet patches on the pillow
countless lonely nights
wearing my heart on my sleeve
dreading everything i did in my life
no power to lift myself up
a tired soul with nothing left inside
looking up at the rainy sky
i wonder if the sky cried with me tonight
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Late night poems ✔️
Poetry❝ happiness can be faked , don't be fooled by their smiles their eyes tell the darkest tales ❞ ~ Book 1 of poems
