I can't write poetry
Even if I have a book full of it
I will admit
There is something always missing.
I look at the greats and weep
Their words bring goosebumps
To my flesh
My words bring disappointment
I can't seem to make it work
Like the others always do
In their writing
They have a meaning beyond it
But there is no deeper meaning
Just a girl trying to figure out
Who she is
And what the world is to her.
YOU ARE READING
Wilting Rose
PoetryMaybe this can break a heart Maybe it can show That maybe you aren't alone Or maybe nothing will happen Because maybe I'm not a hero But maybe I can still save a life Maybe I know the secrets to the world Or maybe I only know one thing: A whole bunc...
