Sep 19, 2006 00:04
"Half-Full"
My words cannot heal you,
And your wounds created from this truth -
That every star you hold dims,
without warning.
Your head shakes in disbelief;
Your stare gaining strength from the cold
Sifting through your heart
I hate to break it to you, dear
It’s only a matter of time
When each one of your angels will strangle your heart
But you’ll survive through it all,
I promise.
With even brighter stars in your universe.
-Everyday Poetry