Why try?
My life is falling apart
Ripping at the seems
Cracking
Rumbling
Splitting down the middle
Rocks falling in the depths
Thunder snapping
My tears flooding, making rivers
My heart bleeding
Painting the sunset
Lightning, my heart beat
Making the rhythm of summer
Even at my worst, the darkest days turn beautiful. You can never appreciate the sun if you never felt the rain.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryShe had a dream, that one day someone will read her work and not see her, but her heart. These are my "journal entries" in more of a English paper kind of way I guess... I just needed somewhere to maybe have a chance at someone reading them.
