Quiet.
Oh so quiet.
Quiet and Lonely,
lonely and quiet.
You're reaching out for something
Something that doesn't matter
Your own little place, that's small, but it's yours
The small little place that's a blessing
And a curse.
Its simple and it's sweet
Dark and Depressing
It's your own little place, where loneliness resides.
Its the loneliness in your heart
That keeps you stuck in this place.
You did this to yourself. You locked yourself in here.
Sheltered yourself from the world, stayed away from everyone else.
You cursed yourself.
Its your fault.
This is your own little place
Which is a blessing, and a curse.
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...
