I am walking through that tightrope.
Will there be a time I'll see the other side?
My dear, circus friend.
When was the last time they applauded?
The tricks for you were magic to my eyes.
I often sought the reasons how and why.
But it's not magic if I found it, right?
So you fooled me, and I sat there and let myself fool me.
YOU ARE READING
To Fill or Burst, To Break or Bury
PoetryI may have been the one who wrote this book, yet it undoubtedly belongs to you. Even if our hearts were meant to fill or burst, or even break or bury, today's me will always, always love you-through the shiniest or even the darkest side. No matter w...
