So many days bear witness
to my madness,
to my silence,
before the boy I like.
So many days bear witness
to my loneliness
when I was feeling low
and no one would show.
The night has seen
each scratch of pain,
every tear I've cried
while it quietly remained.
The moon up high
is calm and serene,
while all around it changes
and a thousand screams can be seen.
The stars witness the birth
of a thousand verses,
and like vomit in each one,
my feelings disperse.
The sun shines above,
creating a desert
in my life every day,
not even in an oasis can I stay.
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wittness
PoetryLove hurts, especially when one is unable to turn the page. But who teaches you how to do it? The answer is simple: NO ONE is a teacher when it comes to moving on in love. Only time is the best master of ceremonies to achieve it, because in the end...
