SHE

The truth is that she doesn't have, what she needs to know

This life she leads leaves so much space for seeds that need to grow

What happened then, before this time, how did it come to be?

That she would find herself so hurt and longing to be free.

The stories told do not ring true to what's inside her head

Why can't she live each day with joy, not such an aching dread?

When will the past come forth to show her how it all began?

Till then she grieves in lonesome silence, coping while she can

Hey hey. More poems, albeit weird lately.
Anyways, This is @stach’s @paulanii

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