She could
paint the galaxies with her
brush.
She could
braid hair so tight it
held their friendship together by
a pink bow.
She could
write so eloquently it
made people cry.
Yet...
She couldn't
stop the hurt in the world.
She couldn't
treat cancer and other diseases.
She couldn't
save others and be heroic.
She was only one person;
couldn't change the world.
But she did help others,
kindness, generosity and love.
If you have got them three things,
you could change the world overnight.
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Delicately Delicate - A collection of sad poems
Poetry❝We're just drepessed kids trying to help the other drepessed kids❞ *TRIGGER WARNING* (a collection of sad poems - read at your own risk please) Started: 31/5/19 Completed: ?
