Leaving my voice behind.
Leaving my mind behind.
Leaving my love behind.
My lust behind.
Leaving it all behind.
Behind.
Can it stay there?
Away from,
Me.
In another dimension.
Where my love isn't needed?
Where no thinking is needed?
Where nonspeaking is needed?
Where lust turns into more than needed?
Will I see it?
Sky wise,
Will it be blue?
Like earth,
Will this new earth supply me,
Of what im lacking?
Not likely.
No earth supplies me.
Of the world I am,
Lacking.
I guess we travel,
To find new places,
That accept us.
But find that,
No place,
Supplies,
Us,
Of the happiness,
We crave.
Of the love we base our heart on.
Will you accept our grace or turn your,
Back around and neglect us of access to,
What we need?
Will we rot instead?
Lacking of the love we seeked.
Will time fly by like it never existed?
Will we drift into an abyss?
An abyss we'll never escape.
Our happiness,
Will never,
Reach the stars,
The galaxies,
Like we dreamed.
A distant day dream is what we only reach,
Never breaking past something meant to be.
YOU ARE READING
She.
PoetryPoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...
