I rest my hand on your heart,
feeling the ache of a wayward soul
trapped in blood and bone,
a girl made into flesh and gold,
yet you still hold your pen
like a torch
against the ways of old,
knowing you can wake
the wilting world
with just the beginnings
of a poem, verse, word—
after all,
"the pen is mightier than the sword"
this is just a poem I thought of at school when I was supposed to be paying attention in class. I was trying to write it down but then a teacher looked over my shoulder and saw I was writing words instead of numbers haha. anyway, I just want to say I've been waiting all day to write this (IN THE PRIVACY OF MY OWN ROOM)!!
love,
mari
YOU ARE READING
poems for you. always for you. ✓
Poetrypoems for you. poems for the ex best friends and the lost 'forevers'. poems for the memories that burn and fade before burning again. poems for the emptiness that is heavy and hollow in hearts. poems for the fleeting, fiery moments of happiness that...
