As I lie on the Hospital Bed,
I remembered the things I did
I made so much memories in the
Facade, and around. And I looked in
The Picture Frame infront me, Tears
Started rolling down my Cheeks.
It's been years.
It has been years and I never smelled
The Rain, Never saw the rays of the
Sunlight.
Wake up, Delilah.
YOU ARE READING
set free | ✔
Poetry❝my tears and heart started to write down their own words 'cause my hands refused to do so.❞ Highest Rank: #41 on Poetry by 7-7-17 Written by ellethetic COMPLETED
