If you listen close
You'll hear her voice
Drifting in the wind.
It pulls you in,
Like a melody being sung
To a fragile baby.
It ensconced you,
Pulling you into the deep,
Dark depths and never letting you escape.
Her cries for help are silent,
Where as her cries of happiness are heard.
“I’m just another story”
Is what she tells herself
Over and over again
As she tries so hard
To hold on.
She has a story in her eyes,
And those who choose to search
Unravel the mystery that she is,
And still remains to be.

IcySky:
If I ran away,
would you look for me?
If I cried,
would you dry my tears?
If I got hurt,
would you make it better?
If I died,
would you cry for me?
If I wasn't here,
would you miss me?
If I was gone,
would you care?
Would you even notice me?

Written Destruction:
If you ran away, I'll pack up too
If you cried, I'll cry with you
If you hurt, I'll make it work
If you die, I'll follow you
If you wasn't here, I'll drown in tearz
If you was gone, right will slowly turn to wrong
Would I even notice you? Tell me your joking, I seen you shine amongst a parade full of people

.

I don't write
poetry,
I write little pieces
of my heart,
hoping
they will
*touch yours