She was just one
Not very powerful
not very tall
Just weak
And small
But you see the fire in her eyes
Her golden hair
you take back the assumption
that she never was there
She was the shadow turned into a light
The star that shined ever so bright
She did what I never could do
And would climb a mountain
just for you
She was kind
Bound to love her; bound to care
Bound to always be there
YOU ARE READING
Naive
PoetryWORDS WERE THE LIFEBLOOD OF POETRY, AND I REMAINED SILENT. A collection of poetry. For the people who don't feel at home in their own skin, for the poets, for the people who are depressed, for the people who aren't depressed, for the people with wo...
