Drowning in the clouds,
Burning in the sun.
Burn me into ashes,
This ain't fun.
Look at my feet,
They're bruised of standing strong,
I'm turning off the heat,
I'm melting for it's been long.
All these clothes are wet,
not of tears or water,
They're soaked up in sweat,
Cause I'm tired of trying harder.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from an old diary
PoetryFeel free to vote and comment if you enjoy reading! (Previously known as "Poetry On Fingertips") •2nd Position in The Crown Awards 2020 •#1 in #poetryislife -28/June/2020 •#1 in #poetrylovers -26/Feb/2019 And plz don't copy my book, Truyen.
