I keep going back to that one place
I keep on leaving.
Its darkness always consumes me,
and hope starts creeping away
from this barren land of grieving fools
with miserable cries.
The daggers sticking onto my back
is dug deep perfectly,
so now, I'll go and search for more
friends with guns and swords.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼 || 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂
Puisi❝And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.❞ Embrace your sadness and speak with the darkness, then let it guide your pen. Brightness doesn't exist without the dark to help it shine. Copyright © 2021, M. A. Beni...
