Everything she had done,
everything she had said,
everything she had given
hadn't been enough.
She hadn't been enough.
And that realization brought that broken feeling to her chest,
a feeling much like as if her heart had been stretched in ways that it wasn't ment to be.
As if it had been separated but yet kept beating, keeping her painfully aware of her failures.
YOU ARE READING
The lioness
PoetryDon't we all overthink once in a while? I just like to write everything down until I can get my head out of my ass and get to writing real, legit novels. (which I'm actually working on.. Kind of)
