Midnight train.
Bittersweet goodbye
makes everything in vane.
Pouring rain.
I can still feel the pain.
Darkest sky
in the coldest night.
Nothing was right.
And you came like a perfect storm.
Your words were like a thunderstorm.
This bittersweet goodbye it's all we have to conform.
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PoetryA recompilation of poems of a girl who has been travelled to a lot of places in her mind. From happiness to depression and depression to find happiness again. Dedicated to all those people who has been travelling into those places like me. © All...
