Those nights when you teared up
Incapable of clenching on with the pain
Were the nights that proves
You're still standing sharp
Unwilling to relinquish
Your search for the authentic you.
Paodon
YOU ARE READING
The Afterthoughts
Poetry"The Afterthoughts", is a room where I bottle up my cursory thoughts, hidden from the realm I am existing and presenting it to the world where I yearn to fit (bookish world).
