sad, i can't deplete droplets of the rain
but my own teardrops are running wet.
drenching my cloth--but it's rain-plastered upon this thirst of mine
for years.
i always craft you a song during my melancholies
i've extended my years to stay
but everyday, everyday with you
it breaks me seeing myself needing you.
i've been here so many times.
i reflect my self
to have killed my own heart everytime.
i look at me with tears
and whisper to myself:
i have to heal sometime.
March 03, 2023 (10:33pm)
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
