Wind though branches, once were fingers,
Kiss the trunk, the touch will linger,
Curse the bark, it’s you who changed her,
she had to choose the lesser danger.
what you called love gave her no choosing,
to die, be caught, they both are losing,
it was no game, it’s more than feelings,
unceasing lust resembles hating.
poor, daring girl, you couldn’t have her,
to take her was to steal a daughter,
in desperation cried a prayer,
and her father tried to save her.
she couldn’t run for any longer,
gnarled bark now hides her figure,
reminding you that you can’t hurt her,
she had to choose the lesser danger.
About the Creator
Lucia Linn
”Some days I feel like playing it smooth and some days I feel like playing it like a waffle iron.” -Raymond Chandler
Bits of fantasy and poetry and whatnot here, comedic comics on Instagram @mostlymecomics
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“You can’t skip chapters that’s not how life works. You have to read every line meet every character. You will not enjoy all of it. Hell, some chapters will make you cry for weeks. You will read things you don’t want to read, you will have moments where you don’t want the pages to end. But you have to keep going. Stories keep the world revolving. Live yours, don’t miss out.”(Pillow Thoughts II). Life is like a book. Some chapters are sad, some are happy and some are exciting, but if you never turn the page, you will never know what the next chapter has in store for you. Treat me like your favorite book. And stroke my spine delicately. Remember my tiny details. And all your favorite parts. Read me again and again and fall in love with my story. I will not lose my worth in a spirit of a curse. I’m not afraid to break free from this pathetic message in the bottom of a weary verse. I’m tired of trying, it’s time to reverse.
By Tracie Sperlingabout 18 hours ago in Poets
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