I hate those nights when you just lay in bed crying. And you'll stare at your phone, looking through it trying to find something that's gonna cheer you up. Because you're so sick of crying.
But the nights that I hate the most... Are the ones when you cry, and cry, and cry, and keep crying until you get choked up.
You get so choked up that you can't even breathe.
Yet, even after all the messy crying. You're left with a pain in your chest, and there's this fire in you.
Yeah There's a rage that's inside, so even after all the crying.
The feeling is still there.
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The Mind Of A Poet
PoetryMy first poetry book! Read and enjoy❤️ I wrote this for you.. Update; My first completed poetry book, #9 in Poetry on Aug 4, 2017. Thank you everybody for all of your support. I will continue making more. Stay tuned
