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she isn't much to look at;
her hair hangs loose around her head,
her white skirts billow in the breeze around her frail frame.
it's clear she's been through hell,
but she's still standing.
she looks up from her hands,
the same ones shaking,
and gazes at all the eyes on her.
they are waiting, expectant-
they were promised something beautiful.
she knows she has to speak,
speak about all the heartbreak she's suffered.
but the words tremble on the tip of her tongue,
dancing around each other.
they want something-
freedom.
and she is the only one who can give it to them,
to herself.
and so,
she speaks.
YOU ARE READING
𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞,, poetry
Poetry──── ⋆⋅ ❝ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 ❞⋅⋆ ── just some simple, kinda crappy little thoughts, poems and songs i wrote while listening to folklore one afternoon<3 track titles by t...
