To the stars up in the sky, do you mind delivering a message to her windowsill, don't wake her up, though, just whisper to her gently when she's softly in dreamland, tell her I'm too much of a coward to confess to her how my heart really feels.
Say that her smile is the sun that kicks away the dark cloud floating above my head, that her eyes spark like no other when they're looking at mine, make sure she knows that all I need to calm down after a stressful day is a sweet smile of hers and my heart is a puddle in my hands. Mention to her that when she's around me, I get reminded of the sweet things in life.
Tell her that I think of her every time the sky is in pretty colors, or when I hear a sweet melody on the radio, even when I'm walking and I see a flower in bloom my head goes straight to her, She doesn't know that she is the prettiest sight my eyes have ever seen.
To the stars up in the sky, don't mention my name. I still don't know how to confess.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
