as much as I try to love
I'm simply unlovable
almost untouchable
I'm like a glass vase
without beautiful flowers
I'm empty
yet full
of love
that I cannot give
so where does this love go?
it's buried deep down
it was molded into the vase
created from heat
it's lost
trying to find a way to escape
but I try my best
to control myself
I'm able to control my words
that should be enough
11:50 pm
YOU ARE READING
Venus (Book 2)
PoetryA second poetry book, describing my pain, fear, and of course, sad moments as well as happy... You are not alone, and I'm sure you can get through this, we can work on this together. I wish you all the best in life! 2017
