I think we're all made up of dark circles under our eyes.
Too much to do, but
Not enough time.
I think we're all made of glass shards embedded in our hearts.
So much love, but
Everything hurts.
We're all made of threads sewing our mouths shut.
So much to say, but
No words come out.
We're all the guilt crushing down our throats.
Too many mistakes, too many missed opportunities,
Too much broken to work.
We're all the wings we couldn't have,
The flights we didn't take.
There was an open sky,
But we were too afraid to soar high.
We're all made up of regret.
We're all made up of things we didn't dare to be.
YOU ARE READING
Way Ward
PoetryLife is a jumbled mess. And from within this mess, I'm gifting you "your" stories, along with the stories of some other lost souls. Way Ward - A way to find your lost self.
