I'm on my wave to make my words count
I shouldn’t have changed along with the seasons. Yet, I am getting colder as the winter approaches, as the leaves fall arrhythmically on my shoulders, as the weight of the days gets heavier on my skin.
By coffee writer5 years ago in Humans
Maybe we got wet Under the same, identical rain. Maybe we spilled the same tears Under different bed sheets. Maybe we thought of each other
By coffee writer5 years ago in Poets
Tears on my soul solace of my solitude. Yet I like it. Even if it hurts. Or maybe because it hurts. And I need it. I need to remember who I was