She Was Poetry
She Was Poetry gone stories
  243
  •  
  0
  •   17 comments
Share

catssibiel
catssibielDo you see the Sun or a yellow spot?
Autoplay OFF  •  2 years ago
Everything about her was poetry.

She Was Poetry

Everything about her was poetry.

From the way she walked to the way she smiled.

The way she was a mystery to all, even for me.

The way she looked out of the window like she wasn't present; where did she go in those hours?

The way she freed air from her lungs.

The way one day she was gone.

The way I knew she wouldn’t be back.

She was poetry, and all good poetry only lasts for a while.

Stories We Think You'll Love 💕

Get The App

App Store
COMMENTS (17)
SHOUTOUTS (0)