Her demeanour, her smile, her beautiful eyes,
Sweet as the breeze on a hot summer's day...
I wish it were simpler to verbalise
These things without falling to disarray,
But I fear she doesn't comprehend her beauty;
That her warmth means the world to the broken,
To the lonely, the cold, and thus to me.
These vital words can't be left unspoken,
For she deserves to know that she is valuable-
Her wit, her kindness... Her heart is so strong,
And to scorn it would be detestable;
Opposition to this truth is wrong.
Susie: you are powerful, gracious and so brave;
You're more than how others choose to behave.
YOU ARE READING
Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
