She kept her mouth shut for the world.
But left her heart open for her words.
She lives in the pages of her diary;
Through the ink and her poetry.
She's invisible to everyone's eyes,
But as long as she can write, she'll be alright.
If you hurt her, she'll stay silent.
But in her poems, you're already tangled up in her rhymes and edges.
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
