I’d be bold if l could
If I should
If I may
Had l felt l was able
Am able?
Not able.
But time waits for no man.
No woman?
Not me.
And troubles unfurl
Unveiling
Carefree.
And I’ll wait with this pen
In my hands.
Is there ink?
And write up the story
Their story,
I think.
And I’ll try to preach warnings
If people listened
To me?
So, happily ever afters
Can simply
Just be?
Heck, what am I saying?
Who am I?
Just me.
I'd spread nothing
To no one?
To no one indeed,
For all that I am,
And all I’ll be
Could be?
Is this girl with the pen
In her hands
With no ink.
My voice doesn't speak volumes
No meaning
Not depth.
To the boy in the shadows,
I'm sorry.
I've no breath.
I'll pray for the best
Cross my fingers?
You're safe.
Because God knows,
And I know,
I'm no help anyway.
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Poetry| 1st Place for Summer Sun Awards (Beginner's Firsts) | | 2nd Place for the Pinpoint Awards | | Finalist for the 2016 Awards | It matters not what people think regarding things you believe strongly in. Perhaps, it may even help to even spread...
