Her Poetry
It's everything she’s ever done
It's every time she cried,
It's all the days she laughed out loud
It's the dreams she kept inside.
It’s silent screams on paper
It's the inner voice she cannot hide,
It's the beauty of the sunset
It's the lies that lovers lied.
It's the beating of a broken heart
It's a love that never died,
It's the birth of all her children
It's her tears that never dried.
It's all her dancing demons
It's the angels standing by her side,
It's the breathing of her very soul
It's when her heart and pen collide.