I closed my eyes, it was black
no light dared to trespass my lids
I saw her,
mist like skin, sleeping, foggy features
as naked as a soul
like her own face was uncertain of itself
she wasnt smiling
she wasnt sad either
no depth, no seriousness,
no striking movement, expressionless
she was numb
as I tripped back into reality
a weight settled on my temples
I wished just to be like her.
-she croaked in voice thick with emotions.
YOU ARE READING
THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
