slow dancing amidst pools of water
the rain is filled with ghosts
of past lovers
who drowned together
spirits slaughtered by lightning
laughing as they burn together
the smell of betrayal
hanging in the air
just like Hera
hanging in the sky
YOU ARE READING
all that i could never say
Poetrypoems. poems are my day 1. poems have this amazing ability to calm me down. whenever i'm sad or anxious or happy or excited, i let myself flow with the ink of the pen. this is a collection of all the poems that i wrote in some of my darkest days, an...
