I AM SHE
And to the girl
who laughed but always knew,
who was admired but never pursued,
who wants flowers but gets askew,
who loves deeply but her soul some threw
away when they screwed her with new
promises and kisses out of the blue.
I hope your smile is peaceful
and poetry beyond control—
let the universe return what some stole.
Never stop writing the love
you deserve, and found at last—
the love of self... and trust.
YOU ARE READING
MANIFEST
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry about the beauty of manifestation.
