Fireworks
the sky was lit up
mirrored in my eyes; for a moment
mirrored in my eyes, and then they die
leaving stars that look colder than they did before
lingering moments of silence
the smoke lays heavy in the air
ringing in my ears; running down my cheeks
the smell of one thousand people running,
covering their heads
one thousand waterdrops running
towards the sea;
mirrored in my eyes, running down my cheeks
one thousand tears running
towards the sea,
falling to their knees;
The River Never Heals
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC
no -
you'd rather not have me born at all
I breathe air
I take up space
I make music, reaching only ears
that don't want to hear
And you hate me
I know it
Hate me for the person I became
under your roof
under your command
aloof
distant
Yet I became
Alone in a single pool of light
I became
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC