My love,
Oh, how she cried.
An emotional soul.
Her tears fell like raindrops of a sleepy storm;
Her delicate eyelashes like thin branches of strong trees covered in leaves - dreams -, each one as important;
Her soft breath like the gentle mist along the floor;
Her limbs like forest vines, graceful in their hypnotic dance;
Her beautiful brown eyes, like two engaging profound moons;
The moons, full of golden sparks, as relentlessly alluring as the stars;
Her magnificent mind as endless as the star-filled sky above,
The clouded space of abyss full of wistful dreams and monstrous ideas.
Every bit of her as fascinating as the next.
Every bit of her as loved as the next.
That night, a forest grew.
-L.H.
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Trapped Words (Poems)
PoetryTrapped Words, No one dared to say. Why can't we say these words? Why are we so afraid? Society has changed us, But did we let them try To chase and change our feelings, Or did we not even try? This world needs renewing And it needs doing fast, Beca...
