'dear old friends,
I miss you much
and hold your souls
like lovers clutch.
the days you feel
you don't belong
will come and go
like golden songs,
that whisper in your quiet mind
then pass just like
the rest of time.'
(inspired by Unknown)
YOU ARE READING
SOFTIE
Poetrysure, my heart is fragile, but my mind is strong. sure, I talk quietly, but I will stand for what I think is right. sure, I'm a softie, but there's bravery in being soft.
