"The day you died,
I dressed up in black,
A normal color.
Too colorful,
Too bright.
No tears were enough.
Hurt,
Like happiness.
It felt that way.
There were no words,
to describe the pain."
ESTÁ A LER
Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoesiaMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 49
"The day you died,
I dressed up in black,
A normal color.
Too colorful,
Too bright.
No tears were enough.
Hurt,
Like happiness.
It felt that way.
There were no words,
to describe the pain."
