Her Poetry

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.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Im not really sure where this came from. But I feel like someone can relate, somewhere.

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