He looks at her as if she is his sun.
You were never even a star in his thoughts
Lost, falling toward the ground,
Gravity pulling you down.
She has big dark, beautiful eyes,.
You’res are green and oh so dead.
She’s gorgeous, you resemble a fallen rock,
Crashing down on the earth,
Only making a mess.
He doesn't want you around
Waste of space.
YOU ARE READING
ØVERTHINKING
PoesiaØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
