The wind hears her sobs
She loves the flowers
Do you too?
Nature wants to know
The air wants to dry her tears
But the outside can’t reach her
Look to the flowers to open up
The pedals bloom in the spring like umbrellas opening
Yet, the young woman sits at her window
During the night, she loudly weeps
In the daytime, she dreams
Imagination-land visits her at her desk
The view of the World takes her away
She’ll never quit her daydream
She’ll be dreaming away the day
Until her skin decays
She’ll be sobbing away in the night
Until her eyes go blind
The wind will forever cry her name
For her to come out and play
And she’ll reply with her sobs

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem