Perfection,
i would call so your name.
Comfort,
what you gave me everyday.
Happiness,
your smile brought.
Light,
you gave me.
Escape,
you provided.
But...
Love,
never returned.
Warmth,
was never shared.
Heart,
you stole mine.
Smiles,
were never mine.
Feelings,
lost in transition,
between real world and fiction.
YOU ARE READING
The lone window
PoetryPoetry, possibly. . Feelings seem to come out in words, words can cut and scar, scars can help to make one become better. It is either you climb up or you fall. I chose to fall.
