Shouts at the air
I hear them
Shouts saying the flower just doesn't stsnd right
Shouts and cries that she will be like the tree
Wanted but unloved
Story ending there was no more pages for her to follow
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Unsaid
ПоэзияThese poems are the things I hold in and wait to write, They are the thoughts that are unsaid. - I hope you can enjoy these and read them through a new light, I'm not a writer officially but this is a dream of mine. Any support given is very much...
