They always said she changed,
Talking behind her back with different conclusions,
Laughing at her with an ending, deranged,
Yet she didn't know about their delusions.
When she learned about it,
She just laughed from her lungs.
It was okay, she uttered, she would admit,
Their words never pained her even if they weighed tons.
She liked how they wronged her,
Yet they wanted to hear her story.
She told them, the words stirred
So little, but she made them think they entered the whole territory.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pages of My Soul
PoetryA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart.
