the time will come
when you recognize
the little girl
crying on the floor
you will lift her up
and hold her
in your arms
but
when she turns around
and pain is facing you
suddenly you'll realize
that the crying little girl
is nobody else
but you
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...
