Daisies float
Above her head,
As chocolate fairies
Lay down dead.
They melt in the sun,
Heat sings them to sleep.
How many people
Have secrets to keep?
She wanders the woods
With graceful steps,
And the fairies fly
And forever surround her.
She passes by
With her crown of flowers,
And lets the light flow through her fingers.
The secrets she keeps are dangerous,
And no one knows the burden.
All the things
Locked in her head
Don't mean a thing
When she's wandering.
Carried by fairy wings,
Held together by a crown of flowers,
She's an angel in the right lighting
But the lighting changes every hour
She's tired and weak,
Pale like the moon,
But she's still so powerful.
Conqueror of worlds.
YOU ARE READING
The Road to Paradise
PoetryThis book has a bunch of poems that have bits and pieces of my life in them. I write whatever comes to mind, and it usually makes sense. But everything has a hidden meaning. Of course, some of it is random, but it all comes together (plus I like to...
