Enough is as it's shown
Virtually indestructible yet so delicate
Like a point in time blinded by the feeling of feeling
or seeing happiness at my feet
Dreaming with smiles as I sleep
Destruction
Causes one to feel weak
Falling apart in the eyes of me
Virtually nothing so it seems
Dreams are no longer around
I guess I just woke up
YOU ARE READING
Unwise
PoetryI wish some wouldn't tell me how I feel, as if they know better than me.
