i was gone,
with myself.
to find myself.
and when i came back,
i was gone.
with you,
away from you.
you took me away.
— like every word you
whispered never meant
anything and when
i wasn't there to hear
them close enough,
it became like those
words never left your
honey sweet lips.
( they often lied,
it's sad now they
never speak )
YOU ARE READING
all my stars
Poetryvery old pieces i wrote/ some make sense/ some don't/ some i hate/ and some i feel rather attached to/ either way/ they needed a place to rest. this is a collection of whatever it was or maybe continue to be. © starnished 2020
