"To me"
Misty eyes
Life in greyscale
As I stare down
At your body pale and frail
Now that you're gone
Who will I be?
The crowd shakes their head
But they do not see
The breaking of a heart
The broken bells of a steeple
That no longer ring
The church no longer filled with people
They do not see
Boisterous laugher
Of someone fair and true
Only the disaster
Caused by you
They see the black
The mourning flowers
They see the tears
That flow during every hour
They see not
Your joy
Your shelter
Your peace
They see not
Who you were
To me
YOU ARE READING
All The Words I Couldn't Say
PoetryA book of poetry. Essentially a rant book in poetry form that is for everyone except the person who needs to hear it. I apologize for excessive amounts of depression, this is how I cope with my everyday life.
