Tears
A short poem
Blood drip down my foreheadMind grew sober as If I want to cryMinds bittered,no one could bear with meI am,I…
Love gone sour, the soul no longer craves it,Feelings are dead, the soul hurts,The depth of the crash can’t be measured,The…
In search of love, a lot is lost and found,Excavation of the soul, discovery of the self,Through explorations and…