i know
you're so tired
it's been long
and every little thing now
scrapes at the inside of your skull
it feels like
you will fall
and never get back up
again
but even
if
when
it happens
let it happen
and then let it wash over you
and leave you clean
if sandy
this is not the end
still it goes on
and after it passes
it will get better
it will be so much better
that you will forget how bad it was
and surely you will take the good for granted
but that will be okay
you won't even have to think about it
your troubles will shed
like rain drops into the ocean
you will still have troubles
don't ever mistake that
but they will seem so small
the quiet rumbling
may even make you content
but you will never see the sun
if you let the torrent take you now.
YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
