Sorry. Just me and my terrible poetry skills.

A shortie this time.

We all have those little things that we fall in love with. A small poem on it.

Writing after a long time. A small piece.

From the deep ends and the growling skies .

For many nights I stayed and stared at stars. So tonight again I stay and stare at stars.

There is something in the rain.

Peach blossoms, swaying in the wind, shaking the petals down like pink snow is indeed a beautiful sight. But is it really that way ?

Summer is on its verge of ending, But how do I love them both? This is exactly how I feel.

'' It was all a dream or was it a lie ? ''

On Todays daily prompt.

It silently killed me.

I tell myself pretty lies.

Dear darling dreamer.

Oh, How I wish my walls could talk.💬

I am out of places and sights to see. 👀

I am stuck in time.⏰

Are we really what we are ?