............I wonder,
Can you see the lines in the sky.
Lines that are visible but still unnoticed,
Those with sight marked by nonbeautiful memories can see.
The space between the line resemble shattered glass,
For a shattered world they fit perfectly.
A wary mind clouded with miserable past,filled with drawn lines
Up in the sky. The lines are plain and truthful, straight and bland
If the lines where people we wouldn't have a problem at hand.
YOU ARE READING
BREATHE
PoetryThis is a beginner selected group of words that I thought I try out. This is my first time writing on her so be gentle with the he comments. Please like if you do, follow if you want, and remember just BREATHE
