I miss him,
but he'll never know,
Now I only hold his face in my dreams.
And all the voices in my head is telling me to let him go.
We pass by each other with complete silence.
All those laughter and memories are burnt to ashes.
You don't smile or even give me a glance.
Can you just take my hand as this little movie finishes?
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
