I wish I was pretty-
like Artemis,
veiled in moonlight,
chasing thunder
beneath a sky
that never dared
to dim.
She burns with dawn,
untamed and sure-
a blaze,
never asking for permission.
And me,
a silence they glance through.
I wish I could be seen-
the way she glows.
𓇢𓆸
- 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓼
𓇢𓆸
YOU ARE READING
the words I kept
Poetry"𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱..." these are the feelings I carried with me, thoughts I held back, scars I hid, and all the words I kept; my friend and my foe. Warning: some may be triggering, dis...
