I refuse to continue writing poems about boys who didn't love me back.
I painted them in beautiful colors
Wrote their names in the stars
And spoke them into eternity.
But they were only fleeting shadows
An untouchable mist
Trying to fill me with empty words
And broken promises.
I will no longer bathe these boys with beauty
They don't deserve my pretty words
And beautiful promises.
I will no longer speak these boys into the brightest stars
And paint them in glorious light.
They are merely shadows
Hiding in a dark alley
Refusing to show their faces
Only shouting empty words into the void
Trying to catch a pretty girl off guard.
Maybe one day a boy will deserve such words.
But for now, I will be saving my beautiful words
For beautiful people.
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC
I refuse to continue writing poems about boys who didn't love me back.
I painted them in beautiful colors
Wrote their names in the stars
And spoke them into eternity.
But they were only fleeting shadows
An untouchable mist
Trying to fill me with empty words
And broken promises.
I will no longer bathe these boys with beauty
They don't deserve my pretty words
And beautiful promises.
I will no longer speak these boys into the brightest stars
And paint them in glorious light.
They are merely shadows
Hiding in a dark alley
Refusing to show their faces
Only shouting empty words into the void
Trying to catch a pretty girl off guard.
Maybe one day a boy will deserve such words.
But for now, I will be saving my beautiful words
For beautiful people.
