Life is a Mess
Before I close my eyes
I fill the coldness of an ice
Waiting for the sun to rise
Preparing for the day of nice.
The moon beams on my face
As I sat on a suitcase
Full of unfortunate past
Full of useless and dirty dusts.
I've waited for so long
Thinking it might go wrong
As I sang a humming song
I see no one along.
As my tears begun to drop
As the wind blows my cap
I stand there motionless
Feeling life is a mess.
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Show The Frowns
Poetry"Show The Frowns" is a collection of poems which contains poems of burden, sadness, lonesome, heartbreaks and other emotions which either made us cry or made us realize something which is worth.
