Try and try again and again
Practice makes perfect as they always said.
But no matter how hard i work, how hard i try.
I'm still lower than dirt so why do you cry?
I was never really there, always in the shadows.
Why do you act like this is much different?
You thought i painted the stars in the sky, but really i only blotted them out.
Why do you cry?
Here no more, no more harm can come.
Why do you cry because i am gone?
YOU ARE READING
Little Light
PoetryHere is a small little book of poems, mostly dedicated to a certain person. :^) Edit: I don't know why the FUCK I entered this in the wattys tbh. Guess in bored
