Letting go is what writers write about all the time, it has been embedded in our hearts, and it is the scream in between every line. And I tried to close the curtains to block out the light of the day, for I believed it to mock me when the tears from my eyes no longer had rhyme, and the words from my heart began to grow old. I grew fond of the darkness...but it happens to all of us doesn't it? We grow fond of the darkness because it is the only thing that stays. But my darling do not be fooled and every once in a while you have to be okay...sometimes you just have to take the curtains down, and believe that they no longer deserve to stay.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
