She wasn't made of metals
More like flower petals
Plucked one by one
Left to fade away
"Ouch" she cried
The tears abandoned her eyes
She lied
And said everything was fine
So she died
Abused
The world's to torture and use
Alas her story would conclude
Maybe a word or two
Could have burst through
To the heart that bled profusely
And the eyes that always seemed to weep
YOU ARE READING
The Voyage
PoesieAccompany me on a voyage where we'll sail the seas of life using poetry as our oars!
