I need closure,
As to why your heart is cold as December.
I used to run to it for warmth.
Now it feels like running into the devil's arms.
I'm frightened by you,
But I still run towards you.
Maybe something in me knows,
That you're not gonna hurt me like my past ghosts.
Maybe I'll call you my demonic angel,
To give a little taste of sugar in this living hell.
ESTÁ A LER
Drops of Poetry
PoesiaDrops 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...
