Amelia_v

she wakes every morning

at the dawn of dawn

she trills her lovely melody

rejoicing in the simple yet complex

beauty of the morning

she sings

unaware of the young girl

sitting on her porch

my arms are far too weak
to carry a sword
so I use my words
write till I can't no more
about what's wrong with our world
about emotions yours and mine
about loving and hating yourself
I use my pen as my sword

I saw the way you see me,
and could not believe my eyes.
 

When things get hard,
I tell myself,
how I am not the only one,
breaking down,
crying too much,
feeling too much.
It's ok to be sad,
angry,
scared.
It's not ok to pretend,
everything is fine,
when it's not.

I’ve been watching for some time,

I can’t stop staring at your ocean eyes,

I was blind,

Till I saw your eyes,

Sand dunes,

And miles of blue,

Green at the edges,

There was once a girl
who wished to exist 
in a world
without hate or fear
a world 
where she could 
be heard and be seen
she wished to be strong 
get up after crashing
her body as much her own