Poems from thegirlmadeofwords77
I am an explorer
In this deep, dark world
A mere visitor
For the time being
At least,
Until I have to breathe again.
For now,
I gaze upon...
What are the ways in which I die
Little by little
Every day?
From the minute I was born
There has been a part of me that is dying
Whether...
Who would know
That the garden existed
That rows and rows of beautiful blooms
Orange, pink, magenta
Sun-bathed yellow, sky blue
Lived...