The clouds are crying
As I'm flying
Soaring over my memories
If every tear were a waterfall
My eyes would leak Niagara Falls
All my albums lay open, bringing back my current bad, bad dreams
A hand held over my heart as I sleep
When I roll over in the security and bundle of my sheets
It's a stranger that I see, staring back at me
I don't know whether it's an angel or a demon
But whatever held me close
I would risk my life for,
Over and over
YOU ARE READING
At Its Finest ✔️
PoetryThis is an original series of poems written in 2014 but later taken down. As of 2017 I have updated, added pictures, and republished them. These poems have underlying, if not obvious, themes of depression, self-harm, suicide, and heart break.
