it was only a smile, nothing more.
it didn't make everything all right.
it didn't put food on the table or protect them when i couldn't.
it didn't open her eyes or heal her heart.
it didn't stop me from crying in the bathroom or hating everything.
it didn't make the pain disappear.
it was only a smile, a tiny thing.
so why did twitching a few muscles convince people i was fine?
YOU ARE READING
Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
