6am in the morning,
It was raining,
Sadly my plants were heading,
to the shop where I'll be suing,
I took along my raincoat,
My neighbor was looking at me,
He probably gloomy after his friend died,
He used to be so happy when he's around,
He lost his beloved wife,
He even lost his job,
Now his life is just full of sorrow,
Am i going to ended up like him?
But he always walked through the days,
even the memories,
remains,
in his past,
that's right,
he believe that whatever happens
there's always a reason of it,
just walked through the days,
over our acts,
YOU ARE READING
Dearself
PoetryIntroducing to you my 2nd collection of poems and thoughts. In this collection I focus with empathy of self love as we all needed in our life. May this thoughts and words clarify and attach it to your heart, maybe a safe spot for yours. Most of the...
