I find people the prettiest
When they smile
Their nose wrinkles
And the corners of their eyes
Crease
But her eyes creased for
A different reason
The bags under eyes
Sunken
Like forget battle ships
The skin underneath
Hooked on
By imaginary problems
An air balloon of emotions
Caught in a storm
Of question mark shaped tidal waves
And sorrow filled clouds
I can see her
Drifting to the bottom
Like life boats with holes in them.
I watch her struggle
And with every glimmer of hope
Throw her a life saver
But I know
Sometimes you have to
Sink before you swim
YOU ARE READING
Me?...
PoetryRandom poems about me or my day. I got this idea from a book called Freak Boy, it's great read y'all should check it out.
