She's shy, isolated.
Keeps quiet, to avoid reality
And although you can clearly see
That she had countless restrictions
To herself, and within
.
With each thoughtful glance she throws
It's like a drug,
A need
.
Music speaks louder than words
Her heart floating to her stomach
Each and every time
That she latches onto a note,
A lyric,
A song.
.
She is a song,
Becoming it,
It's the air she breathes,
So passionate and alive.
.
She writes to escape the world
Spilling her secrets onto every line
Although sorrow is deeply engraved in her bones,
She blacks out...
.
Blacks out the negative
Because she knows what she desires
She wants her best chance,
.
Her best chance at singing with the birds,
Dancing with the trees,
And writing into the wind.
.
And that single lyric,
It motivates her,
Pushes her,
To be someone.
.
And you have no knowledge of any of this in the present,
But in the future,
You will realize that the silenced...
They were never really silent at all.
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
PoetryThis is basically going to be a contemplation of poems and quotes made by me. It's about anything....life, love, heartbreak,sadness, anger, jealousy, relationships, fear etc. I'll just randomly choose topics and write about them. I write pretty freq...
