My words gushed out like the wind
It touched him like a sharp cold air
Brittle and harsh
I cried, I shouted, I hurt
My arrogance was a disease for which
he didn't had a cure
Love was all gone out of the door
And here we were standing
holding the shards of glass
from the broken window
YOU ARE READING
The sky isn't always blue
PoetryThese are some of my poetries. I wrote these poems during some very tough times in my life. All I can say is that writing saved me!
