Everyone used to say that she talked as much as a
microphone but nothing ever came out
After she felt silenced in her own bubble
And left nothing of her heart that was beating for the only
man who finally gave her a voice
And allowed her to write the love story of the two fallen
rose petals of the BlueMoon
That became the midnights bloody relatives.
YOU ARE READING
The girl with no words
PoetryShe felt like through life That she had no voice Only her stories took over the words That needed to be spoken.
