How can you come to me with such light in your skies, as if the harshness of the night never touched your frail eyes, your Ray's beat down upon me we without hate or despise just before you tell me you never want to hear another cry. Your light overpowering my blinds covering the window, creeping in leaving everything and all to show. I lay there in hatred for I can't see you. Only your Ray's and your walls that were built to keep me from doing so.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
PoetryJust everyday, unconventional, uplifting, relatable, sad writings. Take a journey through my head. **warning-may make you unconsciously slip into a corner alone, with sad music drowning you through your headphones**
