I watch her
capturing scars like notes to an
unknown melody,
but she feels betrayed of the sound
- the tones don't fit together
I told her
maybe it's because
pain isn't what you need
YOU ARE READING
it's her.
Poetryit's about a women as liquid as the sea, brighter than the first light, your very own sun it's about a girl braver than a pack of wolves, stronger than the ones she feared and still warmer than your heart could feel it's a universe, a passion it's...
