Midnight memories
Always destroy
And overcome
The you
You are now.
Before the hate in your eyes,
Excitement mingled in those green orbs.
You now see the world
Against you with its back toward you
So you don't notice the few facing you.
(You were never fond of small crowds.)
A smile reminds you of foes
Instead of friends.
(You always insisted they were hollow.)
Your belief of life
Is to suffer and live through
The knives stabbed through our hearts ;
You don't believe
That there are sincere, glimmering smiles
Toward your way,
Hoping to see one
Dance upon your lips.
YOU ARE READING
Hurt, Pain, Regrets
Poetrywhy do we endure such pain, in such little time? {my rant of poems}
