Her eyes
Pooled water
Like a dry lake
Finally getting rain
Her soul was crushed
Weak and young
Not strong enough
To defend herself
She only had one
Who kept her safe
To sing to her
Throughout the thunderstorms
The one that caught her
Before she would fall
And kissed on her cuts
No matter how small
She had the one
With enough energy
To work two jobs
And still be able
To push her on the swings
She was lucky
Or so she thought
When she could finally
Swing on her own
To let her only hope rest
It came back
And it not a he,
The soul crusher,
Who stole her away
From the one who kept her safe
She was curled against the warmth
Only to be brought
Back into
The cold
I was deciding whether or not to put this in The Lemongrass and Willow Trees story but I decided this poem best fit here. I'm so sorry I haven't written anythng for a while. School has been really stressful in this first month.
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Poetry From A Lost Girl
PoesíaBecause lost people have as many shitty poems as you do.
