"kirra" poems
You are always be the first to pick the flowers when they blossom
The one who sees the light in all dark corners of the world
One who sees broken souls as potential unobscured entities
But cracks can always be seen even after a broken being is stitched together
An infinite caisson of emotions
Caged emotions
Unable to roam free as the ones others possess
Old soul
Ripened far too early
I know you more than you believe
Maybe not comprehend
But know
You're beautiful
Not just appearance
You're truly beautiful
A soul as pure as yours is not capable of hurting and selfishly treading into and out a vulnerable persons life
Truthfully, I don't know how you do it
Helping and guiding as if you yourself have no demons to fight
But be careful
Spend too much time on broken people and you will begin to break too
You're admirable
Amicable
A person of wonder
A never-ending aurora
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC