To your words I became numb
What I've always wanted to hear
Coming from a stranger's mouth
I felt nothing
Felt numb
At the cold words you carelessly whirled at my brittle being
Words of confession birthed from hopes of something
More
Something I can't allow
Something I don't know
How to react to it?
What shall I say?
I don't know.
When in all my life
Never have I
Been confronted with something so small
Yet very delicate
Holding a deceased butterfly
As it's barely held together by string
Waiting to hear the flutter of it's wings
Taking it beyond these skies
Why me?
Couldn't it have been
someone else?
Just what was it that you saw in me?
YOU ARE READING
I A m E m o t i o n a l .
PoetryThis somewhat book will simply be a recollection of poems.Not the same characters for each one,nor same plot.It will consist of new stories and situations at each part.I hope you enjoy the stories!Despite from 2nd pov there also will be some written...
