You always told me life was beautiful
as there were daisies growing in the beautiful grass
and the sun shining through the clouds.
You always told me life was beautiful
as there was a genuine smile
on your ever-growing face.
You always told me life was beautiful
even on the day I came home
with tears drenching down my face
and the words caught in my throat.
You always told me life was beautiful
and that was a delusion you set for yourself
in hopes to block out the darkness
standing in front of you.
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.
