This past year has been a whirl. My body aches of all pain but emotionally. I cry the nights away and beg for the days to end.
I look at the stars on cloudless nights and wish upon each one. I watched the stars till morning; beacon for the moon to help rest some pain.
One day, that day will come, but till then I'll hide my pain and be the fool people see me as. I'll deny happiness because it's the one thing keeping me alive.
YOU ARE READING
My Life's Work
PoesíaI've been writing poems since 3rd grade. And I'm putting all my poems into this one book. Or I may put them into a series. But tell me what you think. (Warning emotional)
