At the end of the day everyone wants to save the world, but sometimes we can only save one person, even if that person is yourself, it means the world. All rights reserved. 54 followers / 5.2k words
A girl dressed in glittering black With chandelier earrings Hair done up with pearls Eyes sparkling with freshly shed tears Cheeks flushed with sadness At the top of the stairs- Waiting- Like the silence before a song- The calm before the storm- Shining And beautiful Like a Shakespearean play- Tragically beautiful
When people notice Little strange things It sets the heart a-flutter Just a little insignificant thing An apple, shiny, red, and sweet Just an apple, that nothing else could beat
What color is a wish? is it the deep purple at the bottom of a well? is it the vibrant green of a new beginning? the brightest yellow of an opening flower? is it the red of the blood from which it came? is it the soft pink of a morning’s sunrise clouds? is it the quiet orange of an evening’s death? is it the darkest blue of a midnight star? is it the black of the pen that wrote it all out? the color of a wish is the color of the soul that made it.
A moth among The butterflies Not flashy but pretty still The markings Are more intricate The wings are Small but not Delicate More durable for flight That moth among The butterflies