It is not what we are that makes us but what we aren't
The brightest one
The light of our eyes
Our dearest diamond
You should have seen your reflection when the world didn't see your face or know your name
You should have heard the rich sound of your voice before the world made it tame
My brightest one
I loved the way your eyes were; so bright, so innocent
Your smile; so pure, so magnificent
I loved the way your heart was; so gentle, so beautiful.
Your soul; so intelligent, so admirable
The light of my eyes
I loved you as you were before the world changed you, before it messed you up
Now, you've lost your light
You are presently impatient and practically anxious
You are depressed and you're uptight
You say the wrong things and even when you try to right it, your mind turns it around and comes out all wrong again
You are all these things, but most of all, you're lost
My dearest diamond
I want you to become the things you aren't
I want you to be free
I want you to sing with your beautiful heart and dance with your intelligent soul
I want you to find yourself
I want you to be happy
I want you to be what you were before the world met you
I want you to be a child again
I want you to shine.
YOU ARE READING
Achlys (Poetic Pain)
PoetryBroken words, From the broken lips, Of a broken poet. Hearts do break over here. (Cover by L_A_JOY)
