Don't be sad, girl.
You're in the era of dark rooms,
Where only light is the screen before you.
Amongst the noise of silenced cries,
Suppressed by the volume of your playlist.
Hidden under the veil of immaturity , kid
The tears that do not turn into precious pearls.
Wrap yourself in your own hug,
Pat the head when no one does so,
Eat up the wails trying to break through.
As you stare at the wall,
Dark yet your colors burst in front of you
Let the pillows soak,
The not so precious salty waters,
As you keep saying to yourself ;
With an ear to ear smile
That doesn't reach the eyes.
Imagine the empty halls in your head
Think of the crowd it could have
But you need to smile no matter what,
Keep the show go on
Following the roads that don't exist for you.
YOU ARE READING
Raw Spectrum & Me
Poetry[Previously known as 'From Me to You' ] The things probably I'll never say to someone, some people who hold special places. Feelings left unconveyed. But true nevertheless. All Love poetries in one way or other ;3 in various forms. Be it positive or...
