Staring out the window onto a different skyline
The air smells different
and I miss hearing distinct chatters in a language I understand
People called me brave, but I habe never felt more foolish
trying to follow a heart that is torn apart into so many pieces, shattered across the globe
I admire people following their callings
and being passionate enough to do something
not just for the sake of doing it
So as I am walking alone
trying to find my place like the puzzle piece in a deck of cards
I hope moving and moving on go hand in hand
because trying to keep what was
would stop everything that could be from happening.
YOU ARE READING
Words that feel the way stars look
PoesíaTo everyone who is lost, who is broken and who searches for words to fill a void they hoped didn't exist. Sometimes there's feelings that want to come out and here they do, as little poems about life, love, heartbreak and disappointment. It always g...
