Pieces of My thoughts : Storm
A storm just prolonged my long sleepless sight..
Now there won’t be sunshine before the next dark night..
It’s raining poems in my mind and hailstorm of memories,
But I won’t write anything now. Poetry is just emo gibberish,
“Oh, the pain. The pain.. Your love in my heart left a stain….
and It always rains…..In my soul…”