My skin can not contain my spirit
A bursting heart, fluttering with laughter
Cannot help but leap from its bed
A sincere smile that reflects the mind
Is a delicacy seldom seen
If only it could stay
A single word slips from a naïve tongue
Short-lived happiness withers
The smile, once suspended in timeless merriment
Dies
Plummetting into a cave
Light is swallowed up
I may climb out soon, but
Eventually it will devour me once more
Up, down, up, down
Goes my radiance
Not all rollercoasters are fun
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Of Suns & Stars
PoetryEmpty pages are a thrilling adventure, and while completion is satisfying, the more you write, the less freedom you have in what you write. That is, if you're writing a novel... Poetry has it's own rules--and far less of them, thank goodness. This...
