Tired

SheWasTheSun

That twinkle in her eye

Has just begun to die

That confident strut

Is lost to her rut

Those stories in her mind

Are there, but hard to find

That quick wit and that sharp tongue 

Are trapped inside her faulty lungs

It's still her, she's still here

You can be sure, she'll never disappear

But sometimes, even the greatest fires

Burn out when they feel a little tired 

  • Author: SheWasTheSun (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 19th, 2017 01:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: Basically, a poem explaining why I haven't posted a poem in over a month.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 49
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  • Corey

    Wow, I truly connected to your words. I saw myself. This is a great piece!

    • SheWasTheSun

      Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

    • Augustus

      Here on the page the fire sparkles so brightly I can see the twinkle in your eyes. Hugs.

      • SheWasTheSun

        Thank you, I really appreciate your kind words!

      • Terry dailey

        Well written good job.



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