A woman is not a vessel
made for you from the heavens.
A woman is not hollow, she is not empty.
A woman is a hurricane wrapped up in skin that you long to OWN
forgetting to realise you cannot own
hurricanes.
So you dare to look in the eye of the storm and regret once you're broken
by the wind surrounding it.
Don't misunderstand this storm as
a wall and go looking for a woman hiding somewhere behind it.
A woman never needs to hide,
she merely needs to retreat
away from the broken pieces
of the people that came too close.
A woman is a creation not made to be owned or to be understood,
just like storms
she is just to BE.
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Words that escaped
PoetrySometimes I think of a word and sentences follow. Poetry is emotions that escape through these words. Give these poems a read, pretty please! I write with all my soul.
