I might be wounded right now but I'll survive
I'll walk bravely under the night skies
Blood dripping from my torn heart
Teary eyes glowing in the dark
A gust of cold wind brushed against my wet cheeks;
Drying the tears that's been there for weeks
You might have left scars all over me
But I'll be fine as we end our story
I'm sure someone out there will put band aids over my scars
And take me under the night to count the stars
The hands of the clock is moving slow but making me feel alive
Slowly breathing and finally revived.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
