Even Lava Turns Into Black Stone
It's Radiance Is Hardly Shown
It's True Colors Not Truly Known
It Melts Away To Ashes Dying And Alone
Being Stepped On, Sticks And Bones
Longing To Fix Things, To Atone
To Step Out Of It's Comfort Zone
But Bound Tighter Than A Pine Cone
It Has No Chance To Roam
No One Sees The Undertones
We're Too Blinded By Our Phones
Settled Down In Perfect Little Homes
Pastel White Features, High Cheekbones
Too Late To Think Of The Unknowns
There's Plenty Of Other Chaperones
I Mean, We've All Already Set Our Thrones
YOU ARE READING
Conflicting Emotions
PoetryA collection of poems written with love ❤️ -All rights reserved-
