Late nights teary eyes. she tries to fight monsters that live in the nightmare she pretends not to have. She tries not to let it show, her mask hides the tear-stained cheek like plaster against an old dilapidated house. The reflection stares, the reflection understands.
she struggles with silence and screaming louder than anyone would ever hear. Just looking into her eyes, would be enough to break your heart. She's not asking for much but she asking for something. She feels selfish, almost as if she doesn't deserve it.
Her liquid disappointment in her own mind, falls like dew from a morning lily. she sighs. Soon the morning will shake hands with the sky, and lead the night towards the exit for another day. But She always feels most alone when the night spreads its wings
and takes flight.
Late nights teary eyes. she tries to fight monsters that live in the nightmare she pretends not to have. She tries not to let it show, her mask hides the tear-stained cheek like plaster against an old dilapidated house. but her reflection stares, ... her reflection understands.
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"A Journey Through The Eyes of A Poet"
PoetryThis book encapsulates the ramblings that stumble through my mind in the darkest hours of the night. This book also gives you perspective on; love, heartbreak, anger, sadness, anxiety, death, and more.
