some days
we are the brightest stars
carefree and alive
shining despite the darkness
others, we are the moon
hidden behind the clouds
blurred faces going through life
hoping for better times
in this journey of life
we hope everyday and remind ourselves
there is light at the end of the tunnel
but what if this tunnel doesn’t have an end?
how sad is it that we live in a time where
we look for inspiration on tumblr and pinterest
where education means competition
art means no future
love has become a myth
and dreams die before we even wake up
living feels like a burden
but we don’t want to die
barely 20 and yet we feel like 50
we’ve had our trust shattered
by people with multiple masks
we’ve had our hearts broken
by people that made us their second choice
is this what living is?
where our fantasies are the only place we are truly ourselves
our made up worlds the only place we feel free
we are not living anymore
but merely surviving
so tell me
does this tunnel have an end?
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Within the Shadows
Poetry[Second in the Star Blazer Awards 2018 : Mi Amor, The Sweetness of My Life] her hair a shade so dark her curls magnetic sparks a symbol of beauty she stole my heart ⚫⚫⚫ one shots and poems ⚫⚫⚫ © 2019 Goddess_IT
