You ask yourself
how much you have to wait
to go to the bed.
If it is enough
to skip the part
of pulling your weight
Nobody ask
if you’re tired
and to change place
a higher step
Just keep going
until you awake
or make a fail.
How strange
is to feel blamed
when arrows as eyes
pierce you deep inside
...
With love,
Myriiambatl.
YOU ARE READING
𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋
PoetryWe both know happiness is a butterfly, what about a colourful butterfly between lines? I want to make your day a little more happy. Recopilation of original poems.
