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
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Author:
SheWasTheSun (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Basically, a poem explaining why I haven't posted a poem in over a month.
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Comments3
Wow, I truly connected to your words. I saw myself. This is a great piece!
Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Here on the page the fire sparkles so brightly I can see the twinkle in your eyes. Hugs.
Thank you, I really appreciate your kind words!
Well written good job.
Thank you!
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