Amelia_v

All my life I tried to find me in other people,

I should have known,

Me was always there.

I fell into a pile of books,

Met a boy,

With eyes like a stormy sea,

A heart like the sun.

Sorry I don’t know,

If I am getting up again.

I spill my words,

dropping like pebbles.

What if I trip,

what if I fall,

on my fears.

Am I a monster,

for wanting more,

for trying to be me.

I try to let go,

but what if I trip,

He came to me one night, hair like the midnight sky on a moonless night.

He took my hand, held on tight as if he would never let go.

He told me he would never leave, I was to perfect to ever regret.

He ran down the beach,

“here's the thing about wildflowers

they take root wherever they are

grow strong through the wind, rain, pain, sunshine, blue skies and starless nights

I have always been quiet. And yet when I was younger, I would wear loud outfits, sing and dance no matter who was around. I played with dolls longer then most girls my age.