disheartened

She asks me to be quiet,

to float with the wind

instead of raging against it.

 

She tells me I’m not a storm,

to give her my heart for safe keeping

instead of wearing it on my sleeve.

 

(I think I used to feel like a feather)

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s