While her body is asleep,
Her soul is not.
It roams the streets,
It says a lot.
It greets oblivion,
A feminine bow.
It leaves Paddington,
It must leave now.
The world awaits,
So many souls
To greet and meet
Without console.
A small young girl
Taken at twelve
Whose heart now hurts,
"We miss you, Elle."
-L.H.
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Trapped Words (Poems)
PoesíaTrapped Words, No one dared to say. Why can't we say these words? Why are we so afraid? Society has changed us, But did we let them try To chase and change our feelings, Or did we not even try? This world needs renewing And it needs doing fast, Beca...
