Her ears are calloused,
Her eyes an abandoned teary palace
No longer ruled by the world
A cast around her soul
By herself she healed the holes
Her tiny fingers curled
Around a simple pencil
Her hair in crimson tendrils
She was the strongest seed
Dormant for a long while
Everyone tried to break her smile
She's a rose in a bed of weeds
They never tease her anymore
They dare not touch her sharpened thorns
They tried to hurt her but failed
The nicest ones just glanced
As the little primrose danced
And the cicadas' song wailed
She peacefully writes
Building cities in the night
Photosynthesis in action
She reaches up to the sky
Lets the sun spread to her eyes
She's created her own faction
YOU ARE READING
Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
