Loneliness doesn’t fade
It spreads through your veins
It becomes you
The reflection in my mirror
Falls without grace
My four walls
Are my most valuable possessions
Writing a beautiful song
Is not something I can do
I am not one
To deal with the truth
Riding through a tunnel
Feeling the lights
He likes my poetry
He says they remind him of sad nights
Driving through midnight
Never felt better
If you try to fight it
It might drain you
It hurts
It’s the worst kind of pain
And you know you can’t fix it
You have to learn to live with the rain
His smile
Lights up my sky
Turns the grays into blues
Turns my world upside
High
About the Creator
ADRIAN PIEDRA MARTINEZ
Poetry that tingles your fingertips and sizzle's your veins through heavenly pain.
SHE/THEY - CUBAN - 24
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