Sometimes I curse the sun
for taking her away from me
she's my inspiration
my consolation
my companion
Sometimes I curse these thoughts
for not finding words
cause this paper and pen
are slowly dying
evaporating the faint reminder that I
should keep trying
Sometimes I curse this chaos
for not leaving a second of silence
my lungs will deflate and eternally fill
if I can't have my sweet solitude
YOU ARE READING
Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
