Poems from UntilTheDawn
The lines of our hands utter whispers pasts,
of struggles through their crevices,
the deep minuscules valleys that we use to grasp.
But...
I met a boyI found him and then…He found meSuch eyes full with angerA heart filling slowly with hateBy each passing dayBut… he was merely...
The snow softly kisses the earth
as cold as my weary bitter heart
the sun sets on my pain
darkness surrounding me
now more honey sweet...
The boy stalked across the empty stage.
The sounds of his heavy footsteps echoed off the wooden floor,
resonating into the empty space...
To the ideal,
You weren't reachable.
Just a thing my heels kept clanging after.
In the reality of the moment
I knew better
but the world...