She is made up of words that not everyone can understand,
her mind is a dictionary of sadness and heartache,
and her heart is a poetry book for hopeless,
she is the prettiest song,
the perfect sonnet,
the most meaningful haiku,
and the longest novel.
It takes a while to read her,
seconds to love her,
and life time to forget her.
YOU ARE READING
Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
