You were the forbidden milk
under that tree
You were the forbidden milk
which people said was spoiled
but somehow still tasted good
You were the dangerous milk
which people warned me about
You were the poison
But I didn't listen
until it was too late
I am the bones
slowly breaking inside my closet
where no one can find me
I am the bones inside my closet
which were once standing,
ready to scare the necessary person
But the pressure of it all
sent me tumbling down
But no one cares
No one cares to find me
No one cares about me tumbling
No one cares that I'm alive
They would only care when
I'm on the front page of a newspaper
or on the news station
as they talk about another girl who committed suicide
That's the only time they care
Once there is a honeycomb,
you know there are bees
ready to bite
Once there is a honeycomb,
you may see a little child
still trying to grab the contents inside
just like you the other night
while I was in the middle of sleeping
YOU ARE READING
The Fallen Stars
PoetrySometimes you can fall between the cracks without anyone noticing. But then how do you express your thoughts and emotions? "The Fallen Stars" just happens to be a poetry collection with thoughts and emotions which no one else wants to hear.
