People act as if I'm special,
but all I am is a girl.
That can't dance
That can't sing.
That can't draw.
That can't think.
That can only break the promises she makes.
But I still make them,
one just today,
I promised myself to never
become blind or death,
to other people's pains & emotions.
But just promising yourself that,
Dosen't make people honest,
saying that they're broke inside.
As broken as my promises.
No, no they'll blind us,
and all of us,
will walk this earth alone.
But I promise you I'll always,
tell the truth when people ask
How are you?
Because maybe then they won't feel so alone.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryA list of random poems coming from my brain, not really about love or anything. Just random thoughts that fill my head, edited into poetry
