to the girl with the glass eyes
who sees the beauty in the world
but cannot reach it.
glass eyes, who yearns for the wind in her face,
but cannot feel it.
glass heart, where all feelings are stored deep inside
but can never escape.
YOU ARE READING
letters to myself
PoetryThese aren't poems, these aren't meant to be artistic in any way. They are a bunch of scrappy compilations of words that inadvertently bursted into my head, and they were starting to overwhelm me, so I wrote most of them down.
