How does it matter if I'm hurting?
How does it matter if my pieces are shattered all around?
How does it matter if my love is always going to be undiscovered?
Whatever; Whatever.
Can I say it tears me apart?
Can I say I feel my breath stuck?
Can I say if I'm burning up inside?
Whatever; Whatever.
What if I don't feel like to sing anymore?
What If I don't feel like to express myself anymore?
What If I don't feel like to talk anymore?
And even If I'm a mess, I would say,
Whatever; Whatever.
H.S
YOU ARE READING
The Letter Box
Poetry⸙͎۪۫⋆ a collection of poems. Day flows slowly, As the distance between us grows. The birds chirp but my soul is low, To hold hands and not to drift apart more. I quote a poem too, Which I call, "a letter from me to you". ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆
