I left my umbrella
because you promised to hold my hand in the rainAnd when the sky was crumbling down
I waited for you
all the way throughuntil I was choked on my breath
and the airs were sucked out of my lungs
that was the day when the heavens cried along with me.
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Melancholy Thistle
PoetryUntil its time, For my stardusts to be free again Would you allow my soul to take shelter in yours ? Some poetries for y'all.🦋 Started: 17/07/2021