Look at the night.
The darkness black as the purest obsidian
The silent beauty,
The secret tears,
The last hopes,
The silent screams,
The secret fears,
The Last cares,
Our lives being told be the stars.
-Totalbookworm_1
-Forgive the awfulness of this, I wanted to post one of my very first poems.
In this poem, I was small so the darkness frightened me, but I also saw that what people wanted to hide, was seen by the night. So I tried to put that into words.
YOU ARE READING
The words I cannot say
AcakA collection of thoughts.. It really doesn't make sense to anyone but me, so if it somehow reaches you then I hope it helps. Writing is an escape just like reading can be... so here is my escape
