SHARDS
Heart is racing
Beating with pain
Yet the emotions
Are all vain
Beauty of outside
Isn't all that matters
If it was so
Why would the body be buried in the earth
And soul leaves the shell rather
Yet we chase the material beauty
We don't care about inner beauty
But we seem to forget
As the heart strings stings
One day we will realize in our heart
All beautiful things hurt
Beautifully shaped
Melancholy vain
Shattered glasses look so beautiful
Yet the shards pricks my heart
Stings my heart
Because all beautiful things hurt
Beauty is your world
A six lettered word
We chase it so bad
Leaving the real gem unsearched
Just like the beautiful shards
All beautiful things hurts.
YOU ARE READING
𝑷𝑶𝑬𝑺𝒀❥
Poetry𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔. I bleed my feelings on parchment paper. I write what I feel.
