Oh, I did
try to hide
what was
real; I did
try to repaint
myself with
brighter blues;
But when
his rain fell
from his eyes
I k n e w ,
that his raindrops
were my tears
too; for I soaked
myself in his cold,
stormy rain;
and wet myself in the
same old pain.
YOU ARE READING
Words Left Unsaid
Poetry#1 Crazy minds, twisted stories, broken hearts and crying souls; craved for poems to be read and told ; (6/11/18) ❤ #2 (03/18/18) ❤ #5 (12/8/19)
