As she
Begins to
Leave,
Her bag
Is now
Much
Heavier.
-a-
Tag: written word
A Story to Tell.
And when they
Ask why when
She opens her
Mouth she only
Spills poetry,
She replies,
“My Heart broke
One too many times.
Now every piece has
A story to tell.
Poetry gives the story
Character.”
-a-
Not meant to be.
Maybe
We just weren’t
Meant to be.
Not then.
-a-
Born to Fly.
She was so afraid
To step foot outside
The comfort of the nest.
What she hadn’t realised
Was that she was born
With the wings to
Carry her to her dreams.
She was born to fly.
-a-
Falling in Love with Yourself.
Dancing
To the rhythm
Of her heart
Beating in
Her ears
She fell in love
Again.
With herself.
-a-
Your Name.
Cut me open
And I will bleed
Poetry
That whispers
Your name.
-a-
WanderingViolet 