THAT BRIGHT STAR.
the tree came up today,
that bright star on its head.
those bright lights on its branches.
those bright gifts below its leaves.
so beautiful it tends to be,
but as time goes by it withers.
those leaves fall,
those branches droop,
those gifts leave,
and the star begins flicker.
because like anything else,
time doesn't heal;
time only wears you down.
YOU ARE READING
THE GREY AND THE BROKEN.
Poetrygrey clouds fill the sky, broken hearts fill the world. why couldn't we be happy?
