she once
looked at the sky
and asked,
"why?"
she stared
at the stars
and asked,
"when?"
she
pleaded the
moon and asked,
"how?"
she looks
at herself
in the mirror
with teary eyes
and asked,
"why did
this happen
to me?
when will
it end?
how did
i become
so stupid
and let this
happen?"
but little
did she know,
there was
something good
that waits
for her, only
if she would
stop looking
at the closed door.
YOU ARE READING
Cry
Poesiai want to satisfy you, even if it means you seeing me cry. *poems with no rhymes but has a deep meaning. *lower case intended. *it's a little bit bad at the beginning, but the further you get, the better the poems are.
