She needs time to think,
She needs time to heal
But she's worried it might sink,
Before her heart can seal.
Life can be very grey,
But the flowers still bloom,
Life tells her to go on another day,
And it's not her turn yet to dance with the moon.
But blood still stains her clothes,
And she's covered with scars,
Maybe this just shows,
It will soon be her turn to end up with the stars.
YOU ARE READING
The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
