The Riddle
A poem.
Apr 1, 2020
The way she cries is through your eyes
The way she kills is quiet
You’re a puppet on her string, you see
But her hands are hidden, silent
.
The way she loves is how you love her
Let your eyes reflect her stars
Carry her with your steps, and learn
For what you know defines her
.
Fear not that lonely, hollow song
When she’s flown away, despondent
When you feel your burning chest, remember
There’s fire in her heart
.
Become her