I loved that
you were more individual
and shrouded in your wings
so velvety like blankets,
even when sitting by the pond alone
and preferring a table to yourself.
You lived in your head
with little to no daydreams
but worries of the world around you.
You were dainty and sweet
with emotions so fragile;
a holographic vase.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoëzieWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
