You cannot be tamed, wildflower,
You are meant to be carried by the wind,
You are meant to be pollinated
By your wild and hungry spirit,
You are meant to bloom
In fields of nourishment,
And to grow in abundance.
~L.Y
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Bleeding Poetry
PoetryOur hearts bleed poetry when we fail to speak. So we bleed our emotions on to paper, in the form of words. Our deepest emotions spilled out on a single page and for a moment all we do is feel.
