I can see you
sketching dreams into your flesh
as though if you
make them apart of yourself
you will achieve them
(but darling, I hate to say
that sketching skyscrapers
with your blood
will not make you reach the top
and holding your hand out
to reach the clouds
will not make you touch the sky)
Those marks only serve to remind you
of the dreams that never happened
(that were left to
could-be's and what-if's)
and the regret you will have
will stay with you for a
lifetime.
Stop staring
at those people in magazines -
you only serve to kill yourself
everyday
(with what you could not
achieve)
and don't scream
at the world
(our destinies
were already written
by those stars
that you wish on -
they do not love you)
YOU ARE READING
Folie à Deux
PoetryMidnight poetry from the darkness in my mind and clawing in my heart, quickly scribbled before they're lost to the eternity of time. [Highest achievement is #79 in Poetry (30/5/16.) This is a massive achievement to me and I'd like to thank everyone...
