I can hear the birds chirping at 6 AM,
I am still very much awake,
I could not sleep,
As my heart is too heavy,
To cope with this pain,
As my eyelids are heavy,
But my mind insisted that I should overthink,
This feeling very unknown to me,
Only I could find a potion,
A cure,
To end this distraught,
But it reminded me of your sharp words pierced through my feelings,
My thoughts are not valid to you.
YOU ARE READING
idle
Poetrynot the most perfect art piece of writing but i can guaranteed that every thoughts and feelings are being poured out.
