as half of the people in the world closes their eyelids, some just started walking with their uninvited friends.
speaking and whispering such thoughts which you'll wish would just end.
the chills it sends down to your spine completely paired the cool breeze of the howling wind.
several minds, all stormed with unfriendly ideas, leaving it unclean.
it doesn't let you take a rest, but wanting you to leave all the admiring possibilities.
you want to scream, wash them away one time, and have yourself be at peace.
the world's quietly observing you in the dark side of the night.
yet, you just want to fall asleep and maybe wait for tomorrow, and continue your unfinished fight.
YOU ARE READING
Her Lines Of Poetry
Poetrywords forming poems. fabricated feelings. stack paragraphs of familiar subjects. tip of my pen that releases ink to write those unwritten words. to wrap up the works. the tapping sound of my device that creates the words I have in mind. in too deep...
