someday you'll be able to see me
and someday I'll know fully what I'm worth instead of gauging my worth on love
there in a coffee shop a flower sits in watering her roots
waiting for the sun to shine upon her
and her nervous energy she channels into a drawing
there is a car
a torch in her heart burning bright
and a death of her hope.
her mind is slowly wasting away.
love is nothing,
and he, the one she truely loves
stays silent because he cannot place words to what he feels.
and doesn't see her.
maybe it's time for her to stop trying.
maybe she's fucked.
YOU ARE READING
complacent
Poesíaquieter achieved poems from the girl who thinks of stars and angels
