I am tired
All these days
jumping from a bridge
and pretending I don't care
to keep your ghost
knocking on my chest
I am the only one
in charge of my mind,
so I have to throw you out
before this summer ends
and face you again
Do I have to stay high
at late night clubs days,
or go to the gym
and run for miles
how I used to train?
...
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.
