Every time i close my eyes, my head becomes a theatre, where voices take center stage and play endless scenarios of you and i, every step we took, memory we forged, scar you’ve healed, all the tears i’ve shed, and every single time we shared our bed.
But when i open them, no wonder i’m left in tears, and that insomnia became my closest friend.
YOU ARE READING
Scarring Letters
PoetryFor all the nostalgia, the sorrow, and the memories that still dance in the back of my mind; this book is my simple way of coping with my surroundings
