you are the fireworks,
in the new year's eve
the dandelions in my
dream as i fall asleep
you look at her
as if she had touched the sky
as if she couldn't break a glass
as if she couldn't even lie
her voice was soft, as thin vases were fragile
her voice was the one every boy would surely fall in love with
wbut nobody knew thin vases, thin glasses
broke easily apart
and the pieces had dugged into my skin,
but i looked at you kissing her anyways
YOU ARE READING
douleur
Poetry❝Her heart turned grey as they walked out and didn't stay. Now here's the words she wrote on a paper- the words she couldn't say.❞ Written by ellethetic 2017 © ellethetic
