We all study the same sky,
Looking up with starry eyes.
And sometimes we don't realize,
They look different every time.
We all see the same ocean,
Staring out with eyes open.
No words will be spoken,
Because we're too busy hoping.
We all see the same flowers,
Watching through the rain showers.
Sleeping through the loss of power.
You're screaming at your family's glowers.
YOU ARE READING
Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
