Walking down the hillside,
My toes finding its own pace.
My uneven breathing is what I hide,
As tears began to fall on my face.
My chest, painful than a fresh wound,
Simply calmed by a gentle breeze.
I suddenly stopped, withered leaves I found,
As I kept watching the ground.
Soon my knees felt shaky,
I decided to sit down.
My brain thinking as far as any,
As I touched the hem of my gown.
Fantasies are never meant to be reality,
As stars can never be seen on daylight.
But the heart will soon be okay and free,
For the sun rises again, it will heal.
YOU ARE READING
A Piece in My Heart
Poetry"A heart that contains feelings that are left unsaid so it took a pen to cry it all out"
