So you're used to my warmth
Not my ice cold heart?
Do you ever wonder why I became this nightmare?
Maybe you should ask the person starring right back at you in the mirror.
You left me waiting for you to come back
But that dream is lost and pitch black
So don't you pretend that you did nothing
Because I'm through with your talent of lying.
You don't have a place in my life anymore
It was your choice to walk out my door.
YOU ARE READING
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...
