It's cold, raindrops keep falling down the glass window,
Feeling empty, I stared into nowhere in particular,
I feel like a pin-pricked egg, empty and hollow,
It's like my brain stopped working, and went away really far.
I couldn't really understand myself at the moment,
The letter I received which you sent,
I read it over and over again, not believing the words written in it,
Tears brimmed in my eyes, it's like a car just had a hit.
Who do you keep pushing people away?
It really made me lose my mood for the day,
I wish I could also have a say,
But I could only say "okay.."
I asked you if this is what you wanted,
You never responded.
Is it really the end of our friendship?
But I wished to have more memories to keep.
And I want it with you...
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...
