come into her mind and you'll have to endure,
the belittling thoughts that spread like manure,
and although her soul is oh so pure,
her once red heart is now azure.
let me give you the first hand tour,
of the girl who will always be
insecure.
YOU ARE READING
flutter
Poetryhis cruel words were said without stutter as he left me alone without giving me the chance to even mutter so all i can do now is pick my torn apart heart out of the gutter as i spread my singed wings in the hopes to grasp the clouds as i flutter ⭐◾⭐...
