You're a virus,
I caught up to you.
Got me weak.
We barely speak.
My heart breaks,
Before love even takes place.
Nothing will grow here,
It's a dead atmosphere.
I planted my heart in the wrong land.
It didn't have the chance to grow or understand.
DU LIEST GERADE
Drops of Poetry
PoesieDrops 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...
