Perhaps we are just the empty space between the sky and the ocean,
Empty, unseen, but clearly felt.
But what exactly do you call it?
See, that's why we fit the role
Because we are felt
And we are known
But we are called nothing at all
YOU ARE READING
of lies and misfits
Poetrya compilation of random self-written literature from an emotionally stressed girl. am outcome of boredom amd invisibility.
