this girl whose name i won't say

it's kind of scary, how so many
beautiful people don't know how
amazing they truly are.

and they think they have no where
to belong, when so many people
wish they would see them.

she's absolutely gorgeous, and
she can't even see it.

is it bad that it makes me want to cry?

she doesn't deserve to be lonely.

f l i g h t (picture)

.

Drown

i'm surrounded by Too Much To Do,
and People To Please.

i don't know what i'm supposed to
be Saying anymore.

so the only valid option is to
sit around, and count my

Diminutive Nothings.

__________

a/n: haven't written a poem like this in a while, this is the first piece i've written in about three moths that hasn't been a slam, or prosetry.