what do you do when the world comes falling down
when the mountain tumbles over
when the stars fall to earth
when the sun dies out?
more importantly, what will you become:
a void of regret
a shell for guilt
a vessel for envy
a pincushion of emotion?
every dynasty comes to an end
every empire is defeated
and i am no different because
i am jealous
i am proud
i am afraid
i am a wounded soldier too scared to see the light
YOU ARE READING
the line between you & me
PoesíaWelcome to the pages of my life that haven't been read yet. This is the line between me and you. All my love, Maddie ♡︎
