i love making poems of my own . . . i feel somewhat at ease when i write or think about what to write especially when i'm outside or alone in my room.
Silently Broken
quietly
the raindrops of unpleasancy comes
but it doesn't feel cold
she doesn't feel cold
she stands there
waiting
but she doesn't know what she is waiting for
may it be human?
may it be
that she is waiting for her
fate to come to her?
she starts
closing her eyes
as the raindrops continue
suddenly she sinks
not scared
not scared at all
her whole world around her disintegrates
no emotion
no feeling
unable to move her own heart
her eyes
closed shut
her throat
dried out
still notihing
may it be that she is waiting for fate?
or if fate is waiting for her?
let it be for now she is fading away
reaching to her destination
reaching to become
silently broken
hee hee hope you like it!!