Her Poem by Desiree Whitamore

Her eyes. They were the brightest kind of dark.
Her fears. Well they were just some shadows in the park.
Her fights. Were just a shoulder for a crutch
Her tears. Were getting harder to touch.

She always thought that her life would be better.
She never foresaw the hurt and complaints.
She always matched her mood with the weather
Just smiling out in the rain.

Her whole opinion never mattered
She brushed it off, it always hurt
She lived by the popular: “no harm, no foul”
It got her worked up, when it would burn

She never thought their eyes would meet
Or the soul she wanted would come alive.
She never looked for the empty she didn’t see
She never doubted the rules of her life.

And I guess that’s me when it all fell down
That’s where I went wrong.
I should’ve stood up kept looking around
I should’ve stayed strong.

The lesson we learn from the tears we all cry
Is that we never should trust our hearts
And instincts might be the way to survive
But it hurts too much, when they rip us apart.