I learned to bury the darkness under my pillow.
Pretend that it wasn't there.
But on those cold nights,
that tear-stained pillow
shuffled the cries and
swallowed the pain.
And the darkness was set free..
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Words
PoetryBeauty lies in you and it's sad that you are not aware of it.. Cause we are all pieces of art made for exactly one reason. You can only know the reason when you look deep inside your heart.
