I know that it's been long since you've been gone,
I still remember our time together.
still can't manage to wake up by the dawn,
dream of you or forget altogether.
a heart made of glass, and it has shattered,
difficult to pick up glass off the floor.
dangerous, and the pieces are scattered,
but does it even matter anymore?
I can see that there can still be a light
at the end of this tunnel, cold and dark,
and although fear keeps me awake at night,
the riddles of life left in me a spark.
light at the end of the tunnel seems rare,
but life is surprising- I will get there.
YOU ARE READING
The Road to Paradise
PoetryThis book has a bunch of poems that have bits and pieces of my life in them. I write whatever comes to mind, and it usually makes sense. But everything has a hidden meaning. Of course, some of it is random, but it all comes together (plus I like to...
