maelynslavik

Tell me, am I not the only one who is sick of these damn old men deciding what women are going to do with their bodies?

Ode to those that make life into gold 

that bring us some sparkle as we grow old 

Ode to the places, friends, and small things 

to which credit's unequal to the joy that they bring 

At first... 

You stayed quiet... 

In your own cocoon of safety, scared that you might get hurt... 

But over time... 

You grew... 

You started to open up... 

In a chaotic world 

of eight billion people, 

each hidden away 

in their own 

separate lives, 

be remembered for 

being the person 

who brings others joy,