Sometimes I grip a pen until it hurts my mind more than my hand.
Sometimes I swim in colours, melted from the sky on rainy days.
Sometimes I miss the silence interrupted only by your smiles.
#30in30#poem#poetry@RedRoomPoetry

Published: Medium
Sometimes I grip a pen until it hurts my mind more than my hand.
Sometimes I swim in colours, melted from the sky on rainy days.
Sometimes I miss the silence interrupted only by your smiles.
#30in30#poem#poetry@RedRoomPoetry
Published: Medium