Where are the gray hairs of the woman who fell,
The one who lost her mind,
The one who broke so many hearts,
The one who was always mistaken,
The one who gave away her things,
The one who was selfishly fond of the man who had a wife,
The one who was lonely,
The one who had mere few possessions,
The one who lived wild,
The one who never gave up,
The one who had big dreams,
The one who saw her future bright,
The one who thought the man would be hers to hold,
The one who was innocently mislead,
The one who lost her future,
The one who gave up in the end,
The one who was gone for so long?
No one will ever know, for she only existed for so long to be addressed as nothingness.
She'll never be praised for having big dreams
She'll never see herself framed in the wall
She'll only be ashes under the ground.
She was sadness within
But she never let it show
She breathed in melancholy
But breathed out air.
She was braver than the man who gave his life for the little things
She was braver than all.
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
