I sold my soul to sadness.
People judge, they say it's madness.
Really? But I think it's boldness.
I feel free, wrapped in gladness.
They wonder why, no one understand my emptiness.
Emptiness? more like craziness.
The sadness became my companion which feels like home. Ah, I love this easiness.
YOU ARE READING
For No One
PoetryI wanted to shout and voice out, I really do If only I have the courage to reveal it I will, but a coward like me will always depend on its swords and armours - WORDS This is for you, no one. PicCredits: DARR #8- May 10, 2020 (poetry) #1- May 9, 20...
