Everyone is concerned about the
"Real me"
The monster you say you become in the late hours of the night
When your mind is so dark it blinds you
Leaving you to see nothing but sadness
Yet that's the only part of you
Like a single petal on a flower
Just like how you smile when you watch the sunset
Or the way you goosebumps when we kiss
Or the way your eyes sparkle when you're doing something you love
All petals are all part of you
You are not a flower with a single petal
There so much more to you than just sadness
You just choose not to see it
YOU ARE READING
The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
