Smiling innocence and windswept hair,
She’s dying and fighting to live with every breath.
Wondering why she’s here,
Wondering if love is real,
Wondering what’s to become of her.
Longing to believe in something bigger than herself,
She is lost in the quiet moments of introspection,
In awe of all creation,
One of many,
Nothing special to the world yet yearning to be special to someone.
So much to give yet no one to take.
Searching out flaws,
Picking, dissecting, destroying, incinerating,
Rebuilding in hope,
Cruel emotion of disappoint,
She smiles anyway,
Acting, questioning, fighting, giving up.
She falls apart from the inside,
Never slipping from perfection.
Still she smiles in mock innocence,
Ruined, stained, disillusioned,
Numb and aware of every touch,
Feeling the breeze brush through her hair like fingers of hope.
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Baring My Soul (poetry)
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've written over the years, some of them are free verse and some rhyme. The inspiration for the poems varies, but most center around some aspect of love, whether it be the joy and the pain of young love or the lov...
