Sitting to a bench,
Hugging my knees,
Feeling the cold breeze,
He will come today to comfort me.
The bluish sky now wrapped by,
With the darker clouds,
Looked up waited for him,
For the pain howling inside us.
Looks like we're wounded,
Both tearing up,
No one can notices,
The scar tattooed in us.
He's here,
The rain dropping,
The tears flowing,
He disguise the tears to no one will see.
The wound so deep,
I can't stitch anymore,
I can hide no more,
Yet his the only one can hide it all.
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Minyu's Diary Of Poems (ON HOLD)
RandomMinyu's Diary of Poems (Collection of Poems) is written by a girl named Minuette Moriarty. These poems are written using her thoughts, feelings, and experiences in everyday life.
