The poetry inside of me
It's like winter so cold
It's so dark like death
It's been silent not loud
I'm keeping it secretly
Nobody has to know my weakness
The poetry inside of me
It's my vulnerability and despair ☄️
YOU ARE READING
Losing The Love
Poetryit was always me who was completely ruined but nobody could see it. am I good at faking smile? yes I am. I want to take you a journey with me, this is my first poetry book 📖 I feel so blissful for showing you my deepest secrets and bad experiences...
