She loves coffee at night
And write stories in every sight.
With every piece it feels so right
Sometimes she thinks, when she'll meets her knight.
In her fairytale, she's the damsel
In her diary, everything she can tell
If only her heartaches, she could sell
Maybe someone could save her from the cell.
She didn't dream for a prince in a white horse.
But a man who will serenades her from the windows house.
She ain't a girl full of remorse
But she's an empty vase unfilled with wholeness— incomplete, drained.
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©WELA BALAZO
©yourTypaGirl
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RandomThis. isn't a novel but my collection of poetry. I just love to share how my day went for a moment and let my emotion do it's art. Feel free to read and let's inspire each other. ©WELA BALAZO ©_yourTypaGirl_ #poemsoflife #wattpadpoems #original
