The facades mask my pain and agony during the day . when night falls my mask begins to come apart and my pain falls out . Lonely nights and breathless moments where feelings are Suppressed. My pillowcase is the only thing to take my tears . In the night my mind racing to freedom .
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The poems from a " delightful poet" part 2
PoesíaThis is part two , I have no way to get into my old account so I'm starting from here . Enjoy 🙂 these are all different kinds of poems made by yours truly
