A day turns into days
Which turns into months in a haze
Time keeps moving on
No one notices you're virtually gone
You're just background noise
So still with such poise
Like a disturbingly beautiful statue
One that is painted oh so blue
They've had a hand in sculpting every crease
Down to the very last piece
They're to busy too notice
That they've left you unnoticed
You slowly turn hard inside and cold
To fit the mold
In the background you stay oh so disturbingly beautiful until the day the one notices your beauty and worth
YOU ARE READING
Tide (Poems)
PoetryTides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved
