She watched the square
Civilisation filling the grounds
A glass of stars in her hand, music
Filling her ears from trumpets to
Drums and guitars, the buildings
Reaching the sky, Spanish buildings
In the French quarter standing tall,
Generations passing her eyes, there
Is so much to live through the city of
Joy, bourbon, music and art, New Orleans
Held a special place in her heart. Tears in
Her eyes had made it a painting in process
Blurry with colours spreading through too
Many blank spaces, pencil lines turning into
Shoe laces, watching streets become a ruin
With every violent shake of the ground and
Her heart beginning to pound.
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Sad Girl
PoetryPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
