staring out an open window
a smile enough to brighten my day
eyeshadow too much to cover my scars
tears to little to overcome seas of love
longing for a place called home
hearing sounds, I'm happy I don't belong
but no, I must fall; it is my fate
to fail to feel alive
and the tears, they drop
and echo silence's wells
and that smile
it reminds me of memories untold
of characters that unfold
to be something beautiful.
and here I stand
looking out the window
daydreaming
sea sailing
to a better land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful x Top marks for this fine poem x
so sweet!