She does not hide from my eraser,
That has wiped away all my dreams,
And all my feelings,
But that can't be right.
She makes me feel.
She unties my ball of string.
She untangles my ratty hair.
She destroys the brick wall,
That has covered my broken heart,
So that nobody,
Even her,
Can see who I truly am.
And yet she sees.
She sees me in the light,
How afraid I am,
But she still stands next to me.
She does not wince,
Or shriek,
Or run away.
She does not hide from me.
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A Poet's Love Story: A Poet's Collection
PoetryLife, Does not wait, For you. It stirs your emotions, And reforms them, Into wings of flight, And it tests, Weather or not, You will open the cage, And allow yourself, To give up, Or if you will keep the wings calm, And continue to live, And underst...
