I'm casted
away
locked behind
the glass
trying to knock out
to her
if only she could see
me here
standing in front of her through
those eyes
she looks straight out
the pane
watching the rain fall
down hard
curled up in those sheets
she sees
like she knows I'm here
knocking
but I'm lost made of old
stardust
trying to fly but I fall
down hard
like a curse, I'll always be stuck
right there
sitting inside the cracks that open out to
her heart...
YOU ARE READING
put me somewhere in your shelf, i'll stay i promise. [completed]
PoetryFrom love, heartbreak, and grief, this poem collection is for everyone to read.