the blackest rose
the darkest night
running from the warmth
the sanctuary of a touch
a hand to hold, a way to grow
the life I need, the glimmer found
the deepest well, the deepest hole
the cure to your infection
the last tear that I should cry
a world of black and white
the inbetween
wounds that are nursed
weakness that is strength
a path to walk, a life I chose
exposed for my emotions
the realness I let you see
a look inside the mask
the girl you think you know
a damaged heart
the coldness and the wall you see
a heart now worn
a heart that's breaking
another crack and you see the fall
a look inside the memory
a look inside the moment
the picture and the image
the girl without a smile
the happiness that fled
the girl left in a capsule
the emptiness that stayed
the girl left in her sorrow
the girl left in her pain
the girl left in her hurting
but glowing in her shine
HER GLIMMER
I've learned that things change, people change, and it doesn't mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means that you move on and treasure the memories. Letting go doesn't mean giving up... it means accepting that some things weren't meant to be.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
