It was raining cats and dogs
The first few days of November
The child weather reminded me of
How I used to have that special person,
Warming up my body
Like the way he did every time
When it rains
Instead, here I am
Screaming my lungs out while gasping to breathe
Yet, I still somehow manage,
To fake my feelings
Telling myself that I am fine
But deep down, I was far from being fine
Instead, I was broken like a fragile doll
That he threw away once he was satisfied
-Kiddoforeverrrr-
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Sleepless Nights
PoetryRandom phrase that get stuck in my head at night, taking my sleep away. Does your hopeless fantasy, take away your sleep at night? Do you have any regrets? Do you ever wonder what you could have said to them if you had a chance to? Share them wit...
