Poems from esmeraldas2
I am artistic and bold.
I wonder how musicians create delightful harmonies and melodies.
I hear the twinkling of stars that shine so...
Each day that passes by
Keeps getting worse and
I'll get tired
Of everything eventually.
You simply
used me,
And I simply
Fell apart,
Knowing that
My heart became
Less worthy.
Maybe if
I stop believing,
I'll stop hurting.
No,
This heart didn't give up,
It just got tired
Of trying to heal itself.