You thought it was the cloud,
the raindrops that falls in your shirt
but it's the tears that comes
from my eyes
trying to pour out
the residue of your broken promises.
YOU ARE READING
Wars Inside You (Published Under Ukiyoto)
PoetryLying on your bed. Looking at the ceiling. Thinking about where did everything go wrong. Each night has been a remembrance of what you are ----lonely and empty. Life is neither a lap-of-luxury nor a tale of rainbows and unicorns ----this is what pe...
