She always wanted to be like the sun
bringing warmth amidst the cold
and light amidst the dark.
Until she realized that
candles cannot kindle without the wick burning itself
and crayons can't fill emptiness without being used up.
she used to be naïve till she realized the world wouldn't let her be.
So, to help the world she lost herself in it. Now, she's constantly trying to find the old her; the happy her.
I promise this isn't as depressing as it sounds...lol. who am i trying to convince.
YOU ARE READING
Love. Break. Fix. Repeat.
PuisiShort Original Poems!! Written some from imaginary situations, some from real life circumstances. Poetry doesn't need descriptions!!! YOU NEED TO LOOK INSIDE & READ. Also if you're going to read be ready for the "roller coaster kinda rush"...
