She slow dances with herself
No make could handle the steps she took
They would harshly grab her hand
Dragging her along
Grudgingly
Trying to change the steps she takes
She was too independent
For such things
Whispering kind words
That she already knows
The love she has for the world she sees
A beauty that's hidden in smallest of things
A believer in ordinary magic
You could see every day if you dare not blink
Fairy dust sprinkled to the far winds
Spreading herself to the east
Never intending hiding who she was
And she continues to spin
Gliding along with life
As her only partner
But she believed
It was a glorious one
Hand in hand
They danced
And she knew that
That was the only
Love she needed
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How She Feels
PoetryThis is a poetry book chronicling the feelings teenagers and women alike feel daily. The struggles of love and insecurities and the pain that comes dragging along with these. I hope you find comfort in these and see that your feeling are the same as...
