❥❥❥+:;;;:+❥❥❥+:;;;:+❥❥❥+:;;;:+❥❥❥
I am looking into her eyes,
And what I see is so different than it used to be,
They are carrying so much pain,
Her struggles to laugh heartily, all in vain.
She gets complimented for her beauty ,
But what I am seeing is so ugly,
She seems tired,
But why can't they see it, if it seems so obvious?
Are people blind?
Or is she so good at lying?
I hate how loud her dark eyes scream ,
Yet gets stifled inside this screen,
And fail to reach the crowd;
I wanna hate her for being stupid times and times again,
To let herself get exploited , until she's vain,
But I still love her for being so brave,
Of sharing her heart in a world of Graves ,
Love is what she craves,
Or just a form of assurance ,
I tell her it'll all be fine,
But she has been there a more than few times,
To believe fine isn't a lie,
She wanna write,
But her hands are caught;
She wanna draw,
But they stole her crayons;
She wanna dance,
But her feets are tied;
So she hides,
Such that no one finds;
But while hiding,
She loses herself,
And just wishes to be found,
You ask, why don't I help?
I wish I could hug her
But I only see her in the mirror.
❥❥❥+:;;;:+❥❥❥+:;;;:+❥❥❥+:;;;:+❥❥❥
A/N:
This one was the last for this book, for other poetries check out my second book "Poetry of a soul" I hope you like that too❤
YOU ARE READING
A glimpse of my diary |✔|
Poetry✧·····················*﹡❋ ❋ ❋﹡*····················· The Title says it all, it's a glimpse of my diary. Some of the poetries holding a fraction of my thoughts. Poetries regarding facing life, and dealing with your emotions. They are in their raw for...
