It’s the wind that controls how she feels.
It’s the ripples of the water that change the way she heals.
His hands sent chills through the back of her spine.
But thats okay, she thinks it is fine.
She looks in the mirror and fears he'd come near.
But his reflection is far from who she thought he was.
Now she is crying.
And the nine year old in her is slowly dying.
~ A.G
The Poems i write are very personnal but also very relateble and have an even bigger story to the meaning of the poem itself.
I cannot write about unexeperienced feelings but i can write about the memories that affect my life in good or bad ways.
* I Hope You Liked It And If You Didnt I Hope I Can Change Your Mind With Upcoming Poems. :)).
life is poetry. 💛.
