I am falling apart.
And to him that is art.
So without hesitation,
I continue with my self destruction.
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...
Submissive
I am falling apart.
And to him that is art.
So without hesitation,
I continue with my self destruction.
