Although my petals have wilted like the forgotten flower I am not over My being will not cease to exist I will cocoon my skin with silk and reside there
By Kaitlin Bellmond-Griffin4 years ago in Poets
Down the hall lay his toys, I miss the days with all his noise. Race cars, Legos, plastic dinosaurs, And him sliding across the floor.
I was so caught up in counting your faults I never saw mine I knew you were burned, Your edges were frayed and worn.
21 balloons I saw a child holding a handful of balloons Tied on strings and wrapped up in his hands They floated high in the air even though they were tethered to him
He ripped out my wings And then punished me Because I didn’t know how to fly He took care of me But he was lying He didn’t want me to leave him
I hope you found all the love I gave to you In an old brown box, you put it into I know you burried it 7 feet in the ground
She thinks she's pretty She thinks she's pretty because she's got the perfect hair The perfect nose The perfect lashes, always
Oh her soul is on fire But she does not know Her red hair, a vision of fight With rings on her fingers On her toes, her nose