Questioning makes it awkward,
But she is still brave enough to talk.
She starts out gentle,
But my lips are shut,
Because the way she states those words,
Hurt a little to much.
When she pauses,
Overwhelmed,
That's when I speak,
Because she needs to hear my voice,
fight for me,
Just as much as I do.
She listens,
Before the light in her breaks,
Releasing her hope,
And her love,
And she throws it all on the ground,
And stomps on it with my shoe.
Now,
I could've stopped her.
Now,
I don't speak again.
Now,
I'm the coward.
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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...
