It's sad knowing that
Your voice is nothing.
No one would want to hear
How you think about the dress.
So no one would know
How sad and alone it is
To be alone by night,
Voicing your thoughts
By these written words
With the perfect punctuation,
But the worst emotion.
But you will be glad to know
That no one would feel this way.
Because you made sure,
No one feels something you felt.
And you try your hardest
To make everyone happy and satisfied
Even when you're trying so hard
To be listened.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryYour life is a line, And you put those line In the form of words. And you express your life, With the line you wrote Written by a sinful hand But an innocent eye. Thoughts of a butterfly, Written with the language Of the lion Poems are mine except...
