poetry is
the ache
that burns
beneath her skin
the fire
that fills
her lungs
entirely
hidden from
the world
until the beautiful
poet in her
could no longer
breathe
she gasped
and it spilled
freely
across these pages
poetry is
the ache
that burns
beneath her skin
the fire
that fills
her lungs
entirely
hidden from
the world
until the beautiful
poet in her
could no longer
breathe
she gasped
and it spilled
freely
across these pages