November 11th, 2014:
There was something cold about you.
It was sad and lonely, too.
The sun never shined through your eyes.
You were a mystery; you wore a disguise.
I know that there was more to you.
It was bright and loving, too.
No one heard your voice,
But I bet that it was beautifully tragic.
No one saw your heart by choice,
But I bet that in it, there was magic.
And I bet your smile was breathtaking.
You were a story in the making.
I hoped that you won't destroy yourself
Like I had seen you try to...
I used to wonder if you ever thought it through.
Though, I guess you've already done that.
And now I want you back.
YOU ARE READING
What's On My Mind
Non-FictionIn this series, I'll be posting poems and other creative writing. I want to share these, and all of them are pretty personal. Overall, I write down whatever's on my mind.
