When they speak of loss
Must I always stare through glass
Wonder about how if you could see me now
what would you think or do?
Must your pained expression haunt me here
as I walk in emptiness to feel full again
When I gaze at rising blocks and greenery
A mess of sequins and glitter and glass
When their words do nothing but reduce me to tears
I do not hear
I do not speak, simply nod
Feel alone, must I always be so stupid as to being myself here again?
You are but thousands of miles away
Yet I think of you everyday, must it be so?
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
