Apr 2015
The world doesn't understand
Poetry isn't for eyes to see-
It's not to be deciphered by the masses
But for the heart to feel
Don't pick it apart like a puzzle
Because in pieces there's nothing to be
You need to view it as a while
Because the emotions packed between the pieces
Are just as painfully real
Poetry isn't for eyes to see-
It's not to be deciphered by the masses
But for the heart to feel
Don't pick it apart like a puzzle
Because in pieces there's nothing to be
You need to view it as a while
Because the emotions packed between the pieces
Are just as painfully real
Her sister published her poems after her death, even though she didn't want them published, and that really bugs me. If she didn't want it published, her sister shouldn't have published them. Rant over.
