I suppose sadness really has no end. And life is an eternal circle of sufferings and heartaches and pain, that there's no beginning nor end.
One moment, you were fourteen, having the first dance of your life at a Christmas party, you were at the head of the buffet table with your best friend stuffing your mouths with some horrible veggie salad.
You were sitting on a stone bench under the shade of a mango tree at school, reading your favourite book and listening to Charlie Puth's We don't talk anymore. And then suddenly, you are 19.
Suddenly, your best friend is no longer your best friend, that you're finally a 'grown up' mess with a baggage of anxiety trailing her from behind.
Suddenly, you became this kinda sad girl who writes this kinda sad poems.
YOU ARE READING
Under The Late October Skies
PoezjaI am looking for the kind of love that is worthy of me and my words. ☽☀☾ -You will lose yourself in nirvana on this very surface and then- i will teach you how to navigate the stars knowing that even if you lose me, you will find your way back. ...
