I stared at the green walls of my room,
I stared at the moon shown outside my window loom,
I stared at empty side of my bed,
I stared at the picture of us beside my bed.
Old memories flicker in my mind like a stove with a fire,
Memories that triggered something which caused dire days,
But it's still in my happiness jar,
But right now, I couldn't care less about what you'd say.
YOU ARE READING
Nightingale (A Poetry Collection)
Poetry:a small brown European bird that sings a beautiful song especially at night. Just some random poems I had in mind... I usually thought of this around nighttime hence the title XD Btw, all of this doesn't make sense ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌ This book is dark, please...
