A story neverthelessA Poem by wolfie
She had a heart that danced
And could grow wings on its own That raced with poetry through her veins Tears that dripped of gold Fingertips stained with ink Her whole life was a story With her body between the pages That whispered words of memory on dusty bookshelves Yet hold a candle to her skin and it would curl She'd somehow keep on telling her story nevertheless © 2016 wolfie |
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Added on December 7, 2016 Last Updated on December 7, 2016 AuthorwolfieTXAboutHello! I love writing poetry, and well writing in general, I also like to play the piano and art. Zombie and musical movies are my favorite. I like sweet and salty things. -wolfie(Stephanie Karen .. more..Writing
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