I've found it.
That small happiness
That intriguing eye
that broken star
that given light
they talk and I smile
they break and I cry
they love and I join
and two become one
only at night
We've only spoken once out there
but when I heard their voice
they tore me apart from the inside
and out
I wouldnt call it love
but I'd say I've been falling
With you.
everything seems right.
Talking to you, I've been given a breath of life.
Used sorrow, open wounds.
Take a deep breath, fall in tune.
People use, brains melt.
You never loved me, that's farwell.
YOU ARE READING
p o e t r y
Poetrysome of my poems. they are garbage I know. enjoy. - corinne lyda lara PSA: I was a depressed 12-16 yr old writing these. Grammar is trash and my brain was going through some stuff. Feel free to enjoy the rest and here on out!
