observer
she was the observer
watching from her little window
face pressed against the glass
when she was observed
she became a flower
reaching twoard the sun
and he
he looked at her reaching out with his wonderful rays
to nourish that part of her soul that ached to be observed
-the observer
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Chloe999
Im a young poet like most of you! I really hope you enjoy my writing. Its nothing serious im really just messing around with my style.
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