Graceful Despair

//AN: This was written a very long time ago while I was still in my deep depressed stupor. I have just stumbled across this, along with numerous other poems. This is also my first published piece.\\

I'm sorry it had to be this way

soul broken as the tears fall,

Oh how our minds wander with no one to bestow our thoughts upon:

thoughts of pain, of beauty, of my graceful despair.

nothing's more damaged than the misinterpreted soul,

If only we coulod regain our minds, control them as we wish.

'Tis impossible to speak lightly of such things which mock our smiles and tease our minds

making you believe the impossible is not...

In our minds, so wrought with images, unknown is our sorrow.

My Graceful Despair...