a ne edle
On my skin
No more hiding
Can't keep it in
Not all of it bad.
I don't know.
of unspoken sadness
hidden between each page
present after every line
full of desperation
only adding to the fire
of harsh insults
only repeated in each line
An unpublished book
only hidden among the
weak and innocent...
The only book, I would always read...
some are hard to explain.
I've been holding it for a long time.
it hurts, like a slash.
this heart screamed for a long time.
I feel unappreciated even by the people closest to me.
I can only tell God.
I will not allow the world to know.
this is too painful.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
I broke too much
could fix me.
I should have not
in the first place.
Because no one
would ever keep
a broken mirror
in their pockets.
The world resides
in her Smile
Her every question.
Your every answer.