Perfume in my hair
To leave my scent blowing back
Behind in crisis
I'll say I love her
While she's not listening and
Gift her shooting stars
Each one a chance to
Wish for better days than these
This small town holds her
Back from the big world
Too small to amount to much
She doesn't know that
She doesn't have to
Silence herself and there's more
Than the people here
She needs wide open
Spaces to explore herself
To form a myself
Later on she'll be
Able to appreciate
Those curious eyes
Her wandering thoughts
They'll have a place to go to
Someone to hold them
Cradle her inner
Child that was never heard
Or properly seen
No more boxes or
Standing in one place dreaming
Of taking a step
There'll be sand running
Between her toes and sky's of
Blue serenity
A vast field filled with
Flowers to pick and put in
A vase she can watch
And admire its
Beautiful scent soft petals
The way that she is
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Thơ caA series of personal haikus filled with love, heartbreak, trauma, life lessons, and in the moment spontaneous poems. TW: Some suicide & assault. I'll mark them with ⚠︎︎ in the title. Just skip them if you're not comfortable with them.
