Elizabeth118

We all fall.

Sometimes fast, sometimes blind-

The wind roaring past pieces of our mind.

The world tilts, and gravity wins,

But the story doesn't end where it begins. 

They say I'm too young to know what love is,

Too quick to believe in forever and kisses. 

They roll their eyes when I speak from my chest, 

As if my heart's too small to feel this mess. 

We gather wood and light the flame, build walls to guard against the rain. We chase the sun for food and gold, and count the coins our pockets hold. 

We drink from wells, we mend our roofs,