I use to smile a lot.
At anything really...
It was stupid.
But I miss it...
I miss the way my jaw ached afterwards.
And the way I knew I could get someone to smile...
I miss feeling carefree.
And just worrying if my friends were absent...
I miss being a kid.
Because being broken isn't fun...
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoetryJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
