She tried so hard to be pretty
Makeup and beautiful dresses
I wish she knew
How I liked her best
In her home clothes
Hair falling freely down her face
Reading ,thinking, doing something silly
when she thinks I'm not looking
I wish I could tell her
How beautiful she was
And I wish she would believe
I wish she knew that
I liked the gift more than the wrapping
YOU ARE READING
UNSUNG BALLADS
PoezjaThe ocean does not apologise for it's depth and the mountains do not seek forgiveness for the space they take and so neither shall I. This is some of my original poetry , that was getting too tired sitting on the last pages of my notebooks.
