Why do I even call you friends?
I'm not your first, your second
or even your fourth choice.
When was the last time that you picked me?
That you decided that I was worth it?
It hurts every time I think about it,
Because I know that I would hold the sky for you, every single one of you.
But you leave me out every time you have the chance, I wonder if you would even care if I left without leaving tracks.
To you I'm like a lonely star at night,
not because it's shiny and bright,
but because no one would notice if it suddenly disappeared and burned out.
YOU ARE READING
|POEMS| The untold words...
Poetry|I never told you And you will never know The secrets the stars whispered to me That night under the moon| Cover credits to: @LeroyGraphics
