A curtain of brown
Flowing from a head bowed down
Resting atop a soft cloud
Wishing she could do it over once more
She would be patient and kind
She wishes she had shown her softer side
Wishing she had keeped her mouth shut
Locked it up
For ever time it opens
she falls deeper into dispare
YOU ARE READING
Her soul: spoken out
Poetryhey guys trying something new here. This will be here I store all my depressing songs and poems. Far warning right now I suck at all this so if you hate it and think it's horrible don't say I didn't warn you and leave me nasty comment. Because I wil...
