- Hectic arguments.
Lost love.
Two kids.
Life couldn't get any worse.
Hers eyes always pale,
Her life is full of pain.
Once a sweetheart,
now with a broken heart.
My blooming flower
now, just a coward.
The trauma came like a tsunami.
It left her heart a souvenir.
misery
and she treated it merrily.
YOU ARE READING
This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.
