I'm not a poet
but I try.
I write what I feel
So I wouldn't cry.
What's on my palm,
I wouldn't show.
I kept everything in
And keep it close.
My thoughts that plague
At a dawn was red.
Now, it escapes the castle
Like a wolf was rogue.
This is just thoughts
In fancy patterns.
But nonetheless,
Sad words.
YOU ARE READING
how fucking sad ||proses&poems||
PoetryThis is how I mostly express how I feel and most of the time, they're never happy.
