crying soul from darkness
when everyone turns yellow
i turn to blue
as a poison ivy
in a sunflower farm
without a parachute
diving free fall from the sky
all of them were a misery
you turn my sunshine
into storms
and it rained tears
tears from melancholy
of my own thoughts
you better kill me
without a warning
so that I can't sense
the pain
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PoetryThis poem collection includes the narrative poems I've written about the unsaid thoughts and feelings back then. The poems are secret codes to a vault of extreme, unwanted, mistreated personas of mine. -05/05/20
