Who knew that the girl with the brightest eyes
Had been the one who saw the darkest of days?
That she had been the one who strayed
upon the path
where no one but death plays;
While no one had ever found the place;
Where her broken heart lays?
Who knew that she had experienced pain
And her smile was nothing more but a facade
To hide how she truly felt inside
To her, it was all a painful parade
Who knew that the light in her eyes;
were nothing but mere lies?
That All the while she cursed
her inability to ever suffice.
Who really knew that she cried
while the crickets sang their lullabies?
And that tears would fall
whenever she looked
at the ethereal skies.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Poems and Monochromes
PoezjaA poem book made to vent and describe how I find certain things. Whether it be love or sadness or fairy tales, or even a person. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them Warning: I write poems about a variety of topics, dependin...
