Secret garden
do you see how she's stuck in her daydream? as though she's slowly waiting, sweet memories she's creating and that solemn smile she's faking. the way she carved stories into her notebook that only her eyes can see, she has this brokenness that only i can see. she keeps to herself doesn't speak much, head glued to the ground it‘s never up. arms folded and notepad clutched, you're the type who deserves some love. woolly jumpers to cover her arms, dry lips and eyes scattered with harm. she doesn't want to go outside, she doesn't want to go outside tonight. she has friends but no one to talk to, destinations but no one to walk to. never been in love but read the stories it's bled, wonders why anyone sane would chase love when it leads to an end. she's delicate and soft spoken with a chest full of thoughts, but she's silenced every time she taught to talk. soft girl who’s heart broke years before, when family problems left her with hope no more. you deserve the world and all it contains, may you find love that absorbs all your pain.
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