In the moment, you sit there
In the silence, waiting.
A subtle gloss covers your sight, before
spilling onto your cheeks.
Fragile, your heart oh so fragile.
Small little creatures sting your eyes, leaving you sitting in the quiet.
In your own thoughts, vile words spit venom into your mind.
That pain, that stinging pain
Filling your eyes with grief
Grief, suffering, pain
Feelings you know all too well.
'Why does it hurt?'
You've asked yourself many times.
Though your heart knows the answer, your ignorance, or perhaps innocence
blocks it out.
You ask yourself again and again that very same question,
That question your heart knows the answer to
But the answer your poor little soul can't handle.
YOU ARE READING
Star Struck
PoetryThis is a little collection of poems I've made. Not sure how long I'll continue it, but I'll make a few. {Completed! There's a sequel book if you'd like to read it, the sequel is called "Milky Way"} Note: This was called "Book of Poems" previously...
