She was the kind of girl
Who you told your darkest secrets to
Not begging for hers
To slip from her cursed lips
Her understanding came
From the seas she had traveled
Making her the skilled sailor
She was
Strong from the splash
Of the waves
She could look into
A stranger's eyes
And know their souls
Her heart thumped
A rhythm of love and
Quiet understanding bloomed
Yet still she would
Scream to the wind
Begging it to calm it's ridged seas
She always walked
With love even when the
Love wasn't for herself
But that's what sailors
Do...they crack the whip
And love the wind
Which told her to
Love the misunderstood
And secrets kept
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How She Feels
PoetryThis is a poetry book chronicling the feelings teenagers and women alike feel daily. The struggles of love and insecurities and the pain that comes dragging along with these. I hope you find comfort in these and see that your feeling are the same as...
