If everything was gone, would living without crying be easier? please stop, don't be so kind whatever i do i cant understand. WHY CAN'T I UNDERSTAND YOU? If everything was gone, If I was gone, would dying while smiling be easier?
He would write his perfect poems. Then, read it with his golden voice. I hated his perfection because I knew he was what I wanted to be. He would smile and nod whenever I shared my flawed poems. He could do everything I had ever even thought about wanting to do effortlessly, and I could not accept that. I hated how I knew I would never amount to him. But why do I want to kiss him?
My smile appearing like the blue sky after a cloudy day. Because of the wind, I feel it rip me away from today to the periwinkle flower held only by her stem. The gentle gust mending her fallen tears. looking now at her withered petals Fly Away to the Wind.