I'm looking up at a bright- lit fixture-
it burns my eyes but I can't look away.
nobody knows how much I have missed her-
I'm just turning in circles day by day.
my heart is breaking but hers turned to stone,
I'm shaken all the way down to my core.
sticks and stones will always break my weak bones,
and words hurt, but we don't talk anymore.
tell me a fun and wonderful story,
one with angels, magic, and fairytales.
I'll pretend it's real so it's not boring,
I will pretend that I'm not growing pale.
I'm on fire but I'm pale like the moon,
my heart is empty- I lost you too soon.
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The Road to Paradise
PoetryThis book has a bunch of poems that have bits and pieces of my life in them. I write whatever comes to mind, and it usually makes sense. But everything has a hidden meaning. Of course, some of it is random, but it all comes together (plus I like to...
