Poems from Maceysophie
The poison spills our weak undernourished minds
Spinning through our bones
Like clockwork waiting to be unwoven
Tracking time, never...
Today she was like the mountains that hold fast through the fiercest of storms
Because she was happy
But like the rocks that hold tight...
She floated awayThe current of sadness was never meant to be this strong She drifted away because it was easierShe left so she could be...