Please dry my eyes
And stitch my wounds
Or, I'll give in to my woes
Save me
Before I paint my arms red
And kiss the lips of death
Help me
From slipping again
In this melancholic rain
Still waiting for the day,
Someone will come my way
But with broken dolls,
Who wants to play?
YOU ARE READING
Echoes of my soul...
PoetryWhen action seem too meager, Words take lead When words fail to make impression, Poetry is all we need... Here I have, echoes of my soul... And I hope they touch you or inspire you in any way they can... But thanks for sparing a glance :)
