There is a girl
So simple and small
But when the night comes
She grows so tall
She walks on the oceans
Soars with the birds
Swims with the fish
Runs with the herds
She flies so far
To Paris or Rome
To ancient cities
To places unknown
She is young
She is old
She is shy
She is bold
She dreams so much
And wishes so hard
Her dreams are her wings
She deals them like cards
She crosses the country
In one single bound
She is wise beyond years
Her knowledge profound
She can build a world
With a single thought
She can tie a rope
Without one knot
This girl,
She is me
My dreams are just dreams
A lock with no key
My ancient cities
My secret worlds
They're all just lies
Broken dreams, unfurled
The sky, it is crumbling
The oceans, turned red
I wish this was the dream
I wish I was dead
What happened to innocence?
What happened to faith?
Why are my havens,
Turning into my wraith?
The hidden worlds
I spoke of before
Are shattered now
Broken on the floor
There is a girl
So hopeless and bland
She dared to fly
And for that, she was damned
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Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoetryThis is just a small collection of poetry and very short, short stories I've written over the years. Of course I'm only fourteen so it will probably build and grow into more than a small collections but we will see.
