i didn't know
what sadness
was, until
i saw you smile
until that day
you walked away
with they you've
always liked
and on that
moment, my
heart stopped,
and my
efforts seemed
futile
for what could
i do, to you
who was happy,
but sadly
bid goodbye?
YOU ARE READING
The Faults in Utopia
PoetryThere will always be fault in the most glistening diamond castles, a witch in every Oz, a monster under every bed. But sometimes, the monster doesn't live under your bed, because sometimes, the monster lives inside you.
