we have always been shadows
on this graceless earth, and
our lives wrap like a shroud
upon the millions of hopeless hearts
that beg to be seen where they
lay buried.
yet something makes us rise,
makes us move upwards
when all we seem to be doing is
falling, plummeting
until we crash and explode,
crushing our frigid minds and
our overused hearts.
you told me we'd stay still.
but we are the ones moving
spinning in endless circles;
burning.
we are
ashes in this silent world.
YOU ARE READING
motion. | completed
Poetrythis is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14
