On this earth so alone
cold and yet free
she carries her scepter made of bone
and wonders the plains wanting only to be
found for more than her glorious cloak
loved for more than just her warming gaze
her presence unnoticed by most folk
she shrouds herself amongst a haze
that unless invited would surely steal
my soul, my life, my broken heart
so as I dream of this one so real
my heart once broken apart
begins to piece itself again
I call her name and wait in fear
to hear her voice like a siren
to call my name and whisper my ear
her answer to satisfy the war within
for if the leaves she shan't return
and back to the shadows shall I begin
for now I simply wish to learn
whether she has a goal in mind
or if she simply wanders the world
and just whether or not I'll be left behind
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Emotional poems
PoetryThis poem is about, well everyone. Everyone that has ever felt trapped by their past, haunted by their future, or disgusted with their very present. That very instant we feel that, and see ourselves in the mirror is breathtaking. It's as though some...
