she carried the world on her back --
as she climbed the mountains of the world,
as the sun died and the moon shined,
as the stars cried unto the night,
as she walked alone of a lonely road
where no one had walked on
and where she had walked on a road
that no one knew of,
as she said nothing,
but wore the whole world on her back
and tried to keep it up,
as steady as she possibly could.
- but oh darling, you are also the world.
YOU ARE READING
Almost | ✓
PoesíaIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
