Poems from SarahJune
How I weep for the flower that set on the shelf
Not able to grow and become its true self
Only to grow until it runs out of space
Always...
The wind whispers to her
On which way to go
Just follow your heart
And the right path will show
She finds herself in a thicket patch
Cant...
Death from lying
Always crying
My souls escaping to the sky
There is no love among this dark
Falling from grace and torn apart
Consumed by...