have you ever thought that books
might not be as crazy as people think they look
on the pages, they
write
fight
never interesting enough.
have you ever thought that dreams
might not be as important as people think they seem
in your thoughts, they
curl
twirl
never detailed enough.
have you ever thought that scars
might not be as sad as people think they are
on your skin, they
wreck
trek
never beautiful enough.
YOU ARE READING
Unknown
Poetrythis is gospel for the fallen ones locked away in permanent slumber assembling their philosophies with pieces of broken memories
