First you must allow your despair to seep into your heart
Like a dam it will hold it back
Slowly it shall drain into your veins
Sorrow bleeding out every time blades of vice slice your skin
A small smile can go a long way to cover up that misery
Just make sure that no one looks behind it
Then again, nobody ever tries to
Okays and I'm fines' cover up any possible cries
Like a shield it deafens your sobs so no one will hear them
Not even you
Just like that,
You have the cherry on top of your newfound happiness
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoesíaTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
