why is it
that this one time
you failed
counts
so much more
than
all of these nights
you were able to
hold up your middle finger
and say:
"Not today."
why?
YOU ARE READING
it's her.
Poetryit's about a women as liquid as the sea, brighter than the first light, your very own sun it's about a girl braver than a pack of wolves, stronger than the ones she feared and still warmer than your heart could feel it's a universe, a passion it's...
