in the middle of the night,
i saw myself sitting beside
in the windows slide,
almost dead inside.
looking up to the vast ocean above
that consists of the things i can't have.
for someone's chest i fell apart.
suddenly, roads depart
like two parralel lines took
their own paths.
glittering teardrops,
comes from the beaming moonlight.
a human made cycle,
disguise as beautiful art to fight.
YOU ARE READING
ain't first, ain't last
Poetryto be one's saturn. [old poetry collection for someone we could never have]
