Love;
A simple thing to say,
but not as easy to mean.
Wretched lies and unmistakable cries
she shouted
from down where you left her.
Sound;
Feelings put into words.
Maybe she was heard;
maybe they chose to
ignore her.
Maybe
shes's different.
Maybe they make fun of the way she acts;
talks;
smiles;
breathes;
looks.
Cruel world, we are in.
I fear there is no saving
the inexplicably impolite
because you cannot save a heart
that doesn't beat.
YOU ARE READING
And Then She Breathed
PoetryMay was a special child. She was born with a special gift. She was different; May lived, thought, and spoke her life in poem. She didn't know any other way. She was born with autism. She lived a normal life, though; she didn't struggle with anythin...
