Poems from introspectivebeet
She was an amazing artist,
Painting smiles
On the faces of everyone
But herself.
She couldn’t feel
The same love
She gave.
The sun loved the moon
So much
That he died every night
Just so she could be born again
And breathe anew.
Life is worth living
So live another day.
And every day after that.
Don’t spend it
Locked up
In your mind.
Get up
And do things
That make...
I think
A date at the museum
Would be pointless
Because even near all of that art,
I’d still stare at you.
Because you are more beautiful...
My mascara’s hella cheap
But I still don’t want to waste it
On stupid boys like you.
No matter how hard
I try, though,
I still do.