She waits on the sidewalk, feeling cold and frozen inside, just hoping someone will pass her by and stop to talk, dreaming one day that she'll learn to fly.
Love is something we all aim for, it's forever a inside of us, a warming though, some of us only want the lust.
A man stops by to talk, she feels the cold air hit the back of her neck, he asks her if she'd like to take a walk, she stares right at him wondering what might happen next.
Being in a new city, she feels frightened and alone, the guy asks if she'd like his company, she just carries on walking wondering when she'll finally reach home.
Being a stranger is scary, maybe she'll become stronger, this guy could well be the key, to her taking control and becoming happier.
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This Is Your Voice
PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
