I thought
You were mine
Your blond hair and blue eyes standing there
Your arms coming up to cover that sunlit pale skin that always seems to glimmer in the sunlight.
The way you moved like gracefulness taken to another level, feet never touching the ground but still moving around the room like a dancer. Your smile that lit up the world, one could only hope for one as bright as yours.
You cared, well it felt like you did, the words you use tore a knife through the stone walls I put up in front of the face I portrayed. You slid in and let me believe you were real but honestly you are a fantasy meant for the beautiful not the scarred and broken ones who are already fallen.
YOU ARE READING
Dying in Vain
RastgeleAnother poetry book filled with poems, quotes and words combined together to create feelings. I hope I help to relate.
