Little girl
Who believes she's grown inside
Writing short, rhyming phrases
Mainly to defy
What is said to be right
And what is known as wrong
Follow her poems
And read carefully her songs
Read the same parable over again
Does it make sense yet?
No?
Well, read it again
Oh, sweet little girl
With a bruised, yet battle ready heart
Who's only writing these things to pass the time
Or maybe even to change your mind
About how you look at the world
How you perceive reality
Look into her desolate, yet hopeful eyes
And there you will find
The shadow of an angel that has fallen to the dust
A shadow that may just know
How to make you fall apart
A graceful being that may keep the antidote
That can mend your weeping heart
Her poems are like stars
A child's book of connect the dots
Constellations of the mind
Look inside, and you shall find...
YOU ARE READING
Constellations Of The Mind
PoetryThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.
