Unspoken
“It was written between the lines
of all the poems I wrote you
It was love in those expensive wines”
rhyme
Awakening
Awakening I watch through the window, as the rain pours down. Feels like the nature lulling me to sleep. The dark grey skies, so clouded and grim, has cast my room into blackness. This darkness it comforts me and envelopes me, I found solace in this melancholy. The picturesque view outside is so bewitching. It […]