she, the enemy
the long blonde hair
the curled lashes
the full lips
the big eyes
the small hips
you, the little girl
the bouncy curls
the untamed brows
the never-quiet tongue
the curious eyes
the body young
them, the others
the watching eyes
the flashing cameras
the masked faces
the fake feelings
the unforgiving disgraces
him, the game-changer
the kind smile
the bright eyes
the outstretched hand
the unconditional love
the words in the air:
"blossom, little girl
and live free"
YOU ARE READING
What I've Never Told You ✔
Poetry❝why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it?❞ ➢ a collection of poetry ∙ ∙ ∙ I stopped writing. There was no real reason for it, but for some reason, I just did. No words on paper anymore, no way to let my thoughts out. I kept eve...
