I haven't been honest.
When the stars come down
And kiss my cheeks,
I remember things I shouldn't.
When the sun is in the wrong position
At four, I feel my heart tighten.
I have lied to myself.
This life I'm living is so bitter.
But when it's midnight here,
The lights begin to dim and I
Begin to dance.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
