when you're in the clouds
and the only thing you can see
is the bright, warm sun
sometimes
when you blink in those
perfect moments
you open your eyes
too see that you're in
a ditch
left behind with only
the broken pieces of your
heart
clutched between your bleeding
hands
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
