❝ 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅 ,
An image I know I could never own ,
An enchanting figure, set in a mould ,
A figure that only God could hold .
𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔—𝒇𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒆 ,
Dare I say, "Could've been me," ,
I desire to speak, "Can't you see ,
I can be just as capable as she! " .
𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 ,
I'd grasp another's hand ,
And answer to one's command ,
But falter and melt into the sand .
𝑻𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 ,
First I need to learn how to part ,
Deciding to leave would be smart ,
To utter out a goodbye, to start .
𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆—
In all aspects; a smile on her face ,
Strutting around the place ,
Envious, I am, of her case . ❞
YOU ARE READING
𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞
Poetry❝ Within the heatwave of the burning inferno, Once a lively heart beating, now melted from heat. What used to be vibrant colours of summer painted, Became a sloppy canvas of frigid hues, Of life's essence beginning to fragment; Portraits of memories...
