I'm smiling,
While on the inside I'm dying.
Am I in the wrong for hiding?
Are you in the wrong for ignoring?
How long can I fight?
How many I'm fine's do I have in me?
Will you notice?
When I'm gone?
Will you cry?
At my grave?
Your sun rises,
While my sun sets.
The world goes on,
People move on,
My soul would be free,
If it weren't already in ashes.
Oh darling,
Don't you fret,
These are just my thoughts,
I won't go anywhere,
I'll still be here smiling.
YOU ARE READING
My Poem's
PoetryDecided to start writing again. Can't promise how much or fast I'll do it, but I miss writing my thoughts and feelings in my new Poem book 🫶
