when you're six feet under the ground bells are still chiming, somewhere out there a baby is crying, a man is dying and a woman is smiling. cake is being sliced and laughs ring through the air, like the bullets of the men serving over seas. but sometimes over seas is right next to me and I can hear the yelling like waves washing over me like on the banks of every beach and every bridge that's being burnt is being built somewhere else and behind every smile is a tear.
tell me how easy it is for life to exist when you're not here.
YOU ARE READING
Milligrams and Micronothings
PoetryBecause in the end, all those milligrams and micrometers are nothings, right? and in the end, i am just a girl, and in the end, you are just a reader, a reason, and eyes. A collection of random sometimes dark (mostly) and weird type poems. if you re...
