She was lucky enough to meet you/ Looking for people when she had one voice in her corner/ Her mind blossomed/ her heartbeat thrummed/ Her smile thrived.
Each day the conversations grew/ Geniuneness/ Consistency.
Now she sees you/ hears your voice.
When she saw you the first time/ separated by glass and land/ Her heart melted/ seeing such softness.
She was given the great opportunity/ To feel the weight of her chest flutter away twice/ Once through the glass and again when she finally holds your hand.
She dreams infinitely of the time she'll spend/ To loosely be enthralled in your time/ Not yet wondering of how the departure will tear her apart.
But the time and glass will make it all the better/ If the land could not hurt her neither will one last hug/ She will hold on to the feeling of seeing you and holding your hand in hers.
She will keep close the feeling of weightlessness when she sees you/ Nothing in between but air and atmosphere.
About the Creator
Ria
An aspiring writer- My first time being a open book.
My poetry is emotionally driven and my short stories are widely inspired. I hope you find something in my collection that tickles your fancy. Thank you.
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