She didn't know how to act,
When to react.
So she smiled her delicate smile,
And it was real, for a while.
But they didn't understand this manner,
They saw it as bright red banner.
To to use and abuse,
So she had to choose.
~ pick me.
Nowethu C.
10. 01. 2018
YOU ARE READING
m o o n f l o w e r
Poesíapoetry to feed the soul ・。.・゜✭・.・・。.・゜✭・.・ this is my emotion converted to ink scrawled upon pages and pages of a blank white void of something that was once nothing
