That's how you know your right
When you say something
Hoping for its execution
But the person on the other end
Says nothing.
That's how you know it's living
The idea exist in someone else's head
And you get no comfort
And you get no boost of self esteem
Your broken.
That's how you know
Your dying
When someone sees you for you
Through all the makeup and straight hair
Through all the nice clothes and healthy eating.
When someone sees your time is running out
So instead of Lying
And letting you live in blissful ignorance,
They stay silent
And show you the truth of who you are.
That's how you know your right.
YOU ARE READING
10:37 p.m.
PoetryAt 10:37pm I pour my soul onto the ground For no one to see But me. Your thoughts are the most vibrant against a dark sky. This is a collection of shorter poems that pop into my head as the nights progress. They are raw and mostly unedited. Enjoy, K...
