This is a poem about living in denial. Sometimes hides an ugly truth behind a beautiful illusion. It's hard to admit that 'I am not okay' (I need help).
I saw his soul through his eyes as if he were an open book,
He let me see every fissure and explore every nook,
After a few blank pages, a story commenced...
I like to lose myself in the pitter-patter of the rain, Thoughtlessly doodling in the mist on the windowpane, Unbothered by the dark clouds, puddles, and grime, Nostalgia takes over,…