not long agoA Poem by fenchildhood and female rage
not long ago, i was still a kid.
i can't remember much from those years but i can feel that little girl somewhere around here. not long ago, i was still a kid but i was mature for my age so, have things really changed? not long ago, i was still a kid and i loved flowers not because they were pretty but because they knew how to rot; and i loved red for blood and not because it was close to girly pink but because it looked the same way my rage felt like; and i loved music, loud music, louder than my thoughts, louder than the voices behind the door; and i loved snow because my hands were also always cold, because that white hell always felt like home; and i loved poetry not because it taught me how to love but because it let me put a curse on anyone; and i loved i loved i loved, too much, never enough; the kid hid away not long and took everything with and i still don't know, where did she go? © 2023 fenReviews
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StatsAuthorfenSpainAbout20 y/o writter with too many thoughts in her head and emotions in her heart. i mainly write about love, heartbreak and identity, and i don't know why but i have a weird tendency to mention dark the.. more..Writing
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