Everyday
She sits on the swing
She swings and she sings
Her voice like the ocean
So calming and smooth
Mesmerising the wind
Stroking the air
As her feet kick the ground
As the girl swings
Higher, higher.
YOU ARE READING
Like her tears, she fell.
PoetrySadder poems. Not much else to say. Quite deep, may be depressing. Sorry.
