Dear Carmine,
You cried again last night.
You silenced every battles you have in your mind.
Carrying them with all of your might, you shielded yourself again from neglection, disappointment and lies.
Now, you wake up with froggy eyes.
The prayers you ask last night shall be heard, just keep holding on to the light.
Dear Carmine, you deserve so much more,
Yet uncertainties worries you, as you plant a flower in a deserted place where you thought it'll thrive and grow alone.
Carmine you're a here for a reason, keep breathing, keep, holding on.
You're color might not as scarlet as it was before,
but you're still a shade of red,
a color of blaze and fire.
Your current flame is not disappointment,
you're a torch of potential waiting for the right time and place to spread out your light.
YOU ARE READING
Under the Stars I Write
Poetry[A COLLECTION OF RANDOMNESS AND POETRY] "Under the stars I write, Under the moon so bright. In the darkness of my heart, I hold on to the light. Thoughts in my head written in paper and pen. Voiceless words composed of memories by fate." - Hanna...
