Cheeks are heating up
Tears slide down my face
What I really need now
Is anyone's tight embrace
How can no one see
That I'm still recovering
Walls ain't so strong yet,
But their knives are ready for killing
Did they ever think
That I'm fragile and weak
I'm still lost, please understand
Strength is what I seek
But one day I'll grow cold
Never will they see me broken
Arrows may leave marks
But the feeling will not be foreign
Someday, an indestructible castle will be built
Stronger than others you had seen
I am my counselor, my own protector
And I will be my own queen
YOU ARE READING
Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
