Lifelessly I stare at my glass window
Reminiscing about all the people that said their biddings
Rain drips down the stainless glass
Marking the inevitible with it's acid
Will you leave too?
...why do I even bother asking.
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Tears Of A Confused Soul // Poems
PoetryI don't speak for you, I don't speak of societal truths I speak for myself, I speak of my truths My heart is mine. My Poems. not much to it. No specific genre, just my mood in that moment and time. Since it has to do with my moods, I may not post...
