empty
pretty when i cry -lana del rey
even if hands hold nothing
it is not a sure promise that they are incapable of giving
even if arms stretch wide
there is no sure reason as to why
when the human body varies in color and size
even if eyes see no man
it is not to say that beauty is absent to the blind
if hands hold everything
if arms stretch the lengths of universe
if eyes see impeccable beauty
beholding the entire world
has little value
when forgetting
all that you are
if
hands are still
left
empty
somewhere
somehow
YOU ARE READING
i'm tired of this world, but what do i know?
Poetrypoems about my life they are happy they are sad they are loving they are hateful they are pieces of me sewn into the thoughts of you if you have any questions ask me thanks for reading ••••••• 2nd poetry book.
