Post #5364

#review #poem #iwritesometimes She was the kind of person, Who cared just a little too much, Of what they always thought of her, And why she was never good enough She hid leaves and a note in her old notebook, Hoping no one would ever see, "Not that I don't like the flowers, But these leaves makes so much sense to me" She aimed to soar too high, And compete with everyone she did meet, Instead of teaching her own sense if self, How it feels when you stand on your two feet, She slipped away like water from hands, Or how sunshine takes away the dew from a window, Under the moonlight she sat on the forest floor, While her soul whispered, "Let it go, let it go, let it go" ~IWRITESOMETIMES| Maansi :)