Get Rid Of The Advertisements

And then there is rain...
 

There is mould on the walls
And a creeper tries earnestly
to cover it..
There are cracks in my heart
And a feigned smile strives hard
to conceal it..
And then there is rain
That strips reality
Of its deception.


By Fleur

© 2018 Fleur (All rights reserved)

 

Read more poems by  Fleur
Send this poem to a friend
Read 7 viewers comment(s)

This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The Quickie Challenge-read page for RULES AND NEW INFORMATION (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The Quickie Challenge-read page for RULES AND NEW INFORMATION (challenge has been closed)


The Starlite Cafe Discussion Board | Home

Back to Previous Page