Poems from mywings630
Pretty little thing
Ordinary and inconsequential
Wondering what she will become
Exerting all her energy to try to be
Real when no one sees...
I'm so horrible.
These days have run dry on me.
I cannot forget.
Even as I write,
I can see the eyes staring.
Always cold as ice.
They...
Who am I, really?
Am I the weakest link?
The daughter who never lives up to expectations?
The older sister who always has to be the role...
Fragile
That's me.
Frail.
Weak.
Breakable.
But what if it's not?
I have
Strength.
Power.
Invincibility.
Intensity.
Can a person just...
At times,
hands cannot express
more than the heart.
However,
at others,
the hands become merely
tools of passion used on a lover.
The...