You said I looked pretty
in my midnight blue smile.
I thought it was silly
that it took you a while.
I led you to believe that
you were a good friend,
so trust me to lie to you
to the end.
When you first saw me cry,
you sat back against the door
to give me the space
I couldn't ask for no more.
My space became your own,
much to my dismay.
Yet you never noticed
the price I had to pay.
Kindness is a knife
that cut me off your sleeve.
You ripped me open,
and now I want you to leave.
We stand where we stood before—
a whole world apart.
You say I look pretty,
as I smile and close my heart.
YOU ARE READING
Värvitud sinised linnud
PoetryVärvitud sinised linnud on kurvad. Nad ei nuta, vaid raputavad tiibasid ja pritsivad värvi. Kogumik luuletustest nii inglise kui ka eesti keeles. / The colored blue birds are sad. They will not cry, but shake their feathers and spray paint. This is...
