Dancing in the dark
Bound by steel shackles and chains
Smiling like there is no problem
Ignoring the bleeding gashes
Not noticing the violet bruises
Letting the tears just roll and fall
They won't notice that there's anything wrong
If you smile and lie
They won't even notice when you're gone
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth.
Poetry(n) A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. Collection no.2 --very old poems--
