The rain lashing down on the roof
Once again I'm lost in my blues
Whilst the mind being abuse,
Your voice serves as my muse.
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).
Pill
The rain lashing down on the roof
Once again I'm lost in my blues
Whilst the mind being abuse,
Your voice serves as my muse.
Paodon
