and not even the moon knows
about us
because you won't even hold me
in the dust
____________
the spark in your eyes
when you start to smile
oh god how much I love
every feature of you
___________
my veins are pulsing
my mind is floating
my heart is beating
but I'm not living
just survival mode
_________________
it's terrifying
I hate it
it's all too much
how can people go out
and enjoy all the stuff?
____________
all of this shit
it hurts so much
it's getting worst
with every though
I just want to cry
all day, no break
but everyone's mad
about how lazy I am
some little ones
YOU ARE READING
only the brave | poems
Poetry« it's a church of burnt romances and I'm too far gone to pray. It's a solo song and it's only for the brave » some poems I had in mind, some are personal, some just fictional. I just let my hands write whatever floads in my mind. TW // mostly depre...
