I can see
the broken look in your eyes.
And I want to hug you
and fix your sorrows.
I'd light up the skies
for your pleasure.
We could sit and watch
the stars dance.
But it would be a treasure
if we could be fixed together.
But how?
I can't even fix myself.
But I treat myself like a feather
Like I'm weak and easily crushed
And I never notice
how pretty feathers can look.
But those thoughts are mush.
I'm the dirty feather
found in the mud.
And if I can't clean myself up,
how will I fix you?
I'll try
My hardest I swear
Because I care for you
More than the air.
That holds the dirty feather aloft.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
