7 billion people
yet you're still alone
7 billion hearts
whose hearts pump every day
but yours has turn to stone.
7 billion smiles,
but not one see's even your slightest of smirk
because that's an expression
that doesn't seem to perk.
7 billion pairs of eyes
but not one meets yours,
because you keep your head down
and lock your doors.
If you just step outside
and take a little risk,
at least one of the 7 billion
will make your stone heart whisk.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Glass
PoetryWhen everything is broken, and all the mirrors are destroyed, your wrist are cut open there are your thoughts that you wish to avoid. When everything is falling apart, and you long for this time to pass, you lie there with a torn up heart and st...
