PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Lillie sits on the porch watching the sun go down. Her phone in the dirt, in the grass, and  littering the side walk a little ways. Her Bewildered expression questions itself and beacons baffle another. She wears her pride, that dress a deep aburn only reaching  thigh high,  showing every curve and corner. shed burn if electricity could catch fire. Her soul electric, she's all lighting and thunder, harder than a stone faced mountain, that's what I thought.But that phone, that phone, that  was a friend to her, dearly, holding her hand constantly, keeping her company at the odd hours. The sun takes the world and blakets while Jessie lay in the dirt, the grass and down on the side walk. She is broken, she is broken undoughtedly. She forgets she is human, but she is a jewel, I see her from down the street, every piece.