And through the late night hours
she'll list all of her mistakes on the wall
like a child listing colors.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
What a Girl.
And through the late night hours
she'll list all of her mistakes on the wall
like a child listing colors.
