Is it a blessing or a curse?
Thinking only makes it worse.
I'm fine I'll say, but I'm just lying.
Inside, my soul is dying.
Smiling instead of frowning,
But just internally drowning.
Spontaneous as it seems
You are crowding my bad dreams
Now my spirit is lost,
As I realize just what it cost.
YOU ARE READING
Gracelessly
PoetryAs the tides turn, As the times change if everything is extraordinary is anything? In the end, the truth shines out all her flaws ring and shout. The moonlight shines and in it she falls gracelessly she, soulless, grays eternally The pandemonium sho...
