"Fall"
We are not beautiful
When we fall. There is no
Grace and simplicity. We
Fall because there is
Nothing left to hold us up.
When we fall, we crash,
We collapse. We gather
Wounds and stories.
Heartaches and pains. There
Is nothing artistic about
The way we go down.
It is not a moment you
Wish to capture. There is no
Beauty when we fall.
YOU ARE READING
Senseless
PoetryMeaningless words put together to hopefully have meaning. Short poem-like stanzas and quotes. **All writing is mine unless otherwise stated. Cover art by: @sweatersinspace
