So, with a small but knowing smile, The girl always thinks to herself, "It's okay, you don't have to love me."
Tag: Cry
Cicadas
Summer cicadas, They cry in the twilight of A lone humid night
Doesn’t Matter
More alcohol to patch the lonely emptiness that permeates, A desperate attempt to chase a cheap high Crash and burn into flaming shards of ruin Suffer the children It doesn't matter anymore
Greyscale Reality
Tears won't wash away reality The greyscale world still remains
Cold
I feel as if I'm caught in a blizzard, Vision obscured by translucent tears, Body shivering for warmth, Sinking into the deep snow, One step at a time
Introverted Creativity 