Dec 2019
sleepless nights,
I lay still.
silent tears,
pools in my ears.
thoughts of your words,
strucks my heart,
I lay still,
hand in my poor heart.
I lay still.
silent tears,
pools in my ears.
thoughts of your words,
strucks my heart,
I lay still,
hand in my poor heart.
"poets faces the ceiling"; poem no. 1
when the world felt too much for you, remain still.
when the world felt too much for you, remain still.
