Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2018
Rushing around
not being able to breathe right,
screaming in silence I’m lost;
I want to be found —
but not by anybody,
who will only have me feel lonely,
even in their company.

I’m just a soul,
with two hands one heart,
wondering if she’ll ever be whole.
A mind that hoards static of the past
like white noise,
that shouldn’t last.

Shattered mirrors within her eyes,
yet the world disregards
that her dimples lie,
it is too vain,
to emphasize what she desires most
which is to be enough,
not forgotten, like a ghost.
Written by
Julia  23/F/Wanderlust
(23/F/Wanderlust)   
126
     SelinaSharday and Amanda
Please log in to view and add comments on poems