In your stained glass eyes and colourful tears,
I see through to the fire burning in your heart
Calmed not even by the cold tile of the bathroom floor.
As the party ends and the liquor ceases to flow,
The moon rises like a curtain on a theatre stage,
Crushing the sun and collapsing on you like a curse.
The sound of the clock ticking on the wall seems endless
As time passes, but you stay the same.
Despite the burden of the world on your shoulders,
I can still smell the smoke.



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About Olivia Stirton

Hello, my name is Olivia. I’m 20 years old and currently working at a bookstore. Being surrounded by books quickly developed a new hobby for me of first reading, and then writing. I enjoy so many different genres of books, but I always love reading and writing poetry more than anything else. I’ve always struggled with various mental health issues, and I find that writing and turning my thoughts into poetry helps me tremendously. I hope that in the future, I can publish a poetry book of my own for the world to see. In the meantime, I hope everyone enjoys these bits and pieces of my writing. It always has, and always will, come from the heart.

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