Jul 2017
Raindrops crafted like
the color of my broken eyes...
The storm mirroring
the one raging within...
I find myself drowning again
From the inside out...
The scars I painted over
Reappearing on my cold skin
the color of my broken eyes...
The storm mirroring
the one raging within...
I find myself drowning again
From the inside out...
The scars I painted over
Reappearing on my cold skin
Hidden back in 2014 this poem really stuck out to me. The title, I believe, can be interpreted many different ways as the rest of the poem. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do..
