You're no longer here,
a crushing hand on the hearts of Us,
agony and anguish,
wishing to talk to you again,
talk about the ways of wonder and,
Life
Blatantly ashamed,
a face in the crowd I recognize,
a normal part of nothing,
nothing, that I miss,
the absence noted,
Uncertainty that
A way for things to move forward,
a different air, a melody,
floating around the whispers of your name,
as it graces your soul on the way,
the way to a place we recognize,
a place with a million butterflies,
.....All Is
Good
This is to a girl who was a face in the crowd, a girl I regret not talking to. She is gone now, of her own ways, but she won't stop living. She lives in the Land of Butterflies.
YOU ARE READING
Hormones and Other Teenage Hazards: Poetry book 2
PoesíaMy second book of poetry. Contains more poetry from any teenage emotion you could possibly imagine. Also, please check out my first book of poetry, with over 60 poems. Poems of an Eccentric. <3
