Here's the thing
About the leaving
And the hurting,
And the grieving,
No one tells you
About the falling,
And the lies,
And the believing
No one tells you
Not to fall
Not to listen
Not to call
No one tells you
How to love,
How to live,
Or anything
At all
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hour
PoetryNot everything rhymes Not everything has to Of all that is bright And what hides in darkness The loving The hiding The living The Binding It hurts us not To follow a purpose To quell our minds dullness And to find our own fullness. Of sentences Of...
