the moment
i saw her
i knew
this one was
worth
a broken heart
for words have
stabbed
more hearts than
swords
and she was
what poetry
aspired to be.
chaotic. wild. and breathtaking.
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She sounds like a force of nature.
Only if she thought of herself that way
This poem is amazing. One of the best I’ve read in a while. Thank you for sharing it.
Thanks very much 🙂
Here’s what I got from this message . . . you psychic. Whose words? Hers . . .or yours???
Words as in this poem?
I just had more thoughts about the poem, and I apologize as I condensed the question 🙂 When you said, “She was what poetry aspired to be,” I read, “she was what I aspire to be.” Maybe . . . you’re more wild than you think? 😛 Beautiful piece 🙂
Haha maybe you’re right, I guess my wildness made her all more tragic and beautiful. Thanks anyways 🙂
Reblogged this on Shivanshi and commented:
girls, amirite?
You know it! Always someone or the other
Lovely! The picture of HER, came instantly in my mind when I read the words and although the poem doesnt say it, I am sure she isnt aware that poetry aspires to be her and that is why poetry actually aspires to her!