you ask me how i'm doing
i look away
and with a tight-lipped smile
i say fine.
but my heart is aching
and myself i can't seem to find.
it must've sunk without a trace
somewhere during december
or halfway through may
what i know for sure
is that my world has shifted
after that day in august
summer was cruel
and now that it's gone
i'm still on the hunt
for a shred of how it used to be
meanwhile
i'm shoving stones
inside my pockets
come autumn
i'll fall between the cracks again
so i'll jump in the water
and let myself sink
down under.
YOU ARE READING
Under the full moon's gentle glow
PoésieStep into the intimate world of my soul through these small but mighty poems. Each verse is a heartbeat, each word a brushstroke of my emotions. This collection is a journey into the depths of my heart, a mirror for your own feelings, and a reminder...
