She is beautiful
But not the kind of beautiful you see on social media
Her eyes carry the wholy secrets
But not the kind of secrets you need to whisper
Her hair falls down perfectly
shaping her face
It touches her skin
It's not simple nor is the fight for the urge to cry
Looking at her hands
Staring at the lines
Where the flowers starts to grow
She closes her eyes
Tear dropping down
Memories that torture her shaping into reality
Maybe
if she closes her eyes hard enough
The vision will be gone
But when she opens her eyes
Her body is still on the floor
YOU ARE READING
Secret poems
PoetryI'm here for just have something to post my poems on. But if you do read it, please be aware that some can be triggering. I update everytime I write new ones. DO NOT STEAL MY POEMS EITHER BECAUSE I WORKED REALLY HARD ON THEM!!
