Everything is perfect,
It's fine.
I keep telling myself,
Not to cross the line.
With elders,
With siblings,
With the friends I chose,
I keep forgetting
To stop lying.
Lying
that
My heart
Is pink,
While it
bleeds blue.
Lying
that
I
Don't feel love,
When all I can feel is needles piercing
The tenderness
Of my core.
Everything is perfect,
It's fine.
I keep telling myself,
Not to cross the line.
After all,
i'm little miss perfect
YOU ARE READING
Crusts after Dark.
PoetryA collection of my emotions woven into poems. Wanting to express a few pearls of wisdom, of fear or even love, which would as well be crushed under the ruthlessness of today's society. . . . . . So, grab a cup of coffee and read away! :)
