disclaimer - ya'll this is such an old poem, I think It's really the poem where my poems actually started being good since. also, the poem I'm speaking about in this one is called 'I guess I realized' about breaking up with my boyfriened, It's a lot older.
Lies lying in front of eyes
ones that sorrow just to keep out, one light in this life
ones that hope and ones that create, a fiction world until it breaks
since every sparky word coming out of any mouth, anything with good but not just for the 'sad just laugh'
nothing but a loop of feeling both dumb and ugly, because the whisper that they made was told to me just luckily
I'm not pretty nor good because in my defense I have eyes, sometimes good and maybe nice, but I just can't help but to try and hide my cries
since without no one to love you can never be loved and without that one blessing of the soul, you cannot have the proof you need so badly to hold
the only thing that makes you belive in that beauty people see and you just don't
because you're basically, every pretty girl in the opposite type of font
so god save me while I'm still drowning since that last poem, the one I took my anger out on, but in reality in was only my happiness I wrote, and hoped, and torn
because without love to relay on for I remain nothing
but there's nothing I can do but keep going through this endless void blank loop
just trying, to be something
YOU ARE READING
𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 / 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬
Poesiahey, My name is Gaya, I'm 14 years old <3 I've been writing almost everyday for years, and now I'm trying to put my poems and stories everywhere cause I want people to hear me out. If you really read this, ilysm.
