PollySays
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jul 10, 2012
- Posts
- 456
Frustration and hurt and anger, bitterness and fury.
How much can be expressed at once?
Trust is a gift, not a toy. It's fragile as porcelain, not flexible as rubber.
Liars and thieves have no place in this heart, nor in her surroundings.
Spring cleaning in December.
Return to the place where it doesn't hurt.
Hide away, forget the bad.
"I am a butterfly. Place me in the wind and I'll find a new home." Whispered words to the silence of her treehouse.
Worries.
Regrets.
Promises written that were never kept.
Forgive me.
The hat.
It still sets in waiting, a man who stopped in hours to see her and was met with extended silence. More feelings of regret pull from that, taking it up gingerly and resting it atop her own hair. Never a hat person. It feels odd.
"Life can be such a terrible waste of time when spent in the wrong place for far too long..."
How much can be expressed at once?
Trust is a gift, not a toy. It's fragile as porcelain, not flexible as rubber.
Liars and thieves have no place in this heart, nor in her surroundings.
Spring cleaning in December.
Return to the place where it doesn't hurt.
Hide away, forget the bad.
"I am a butterfly. Place me in the wind and I'll find a new home." Whispered words to the silence of her treehouse.
Worries.
Regrets.
Promises written that were never kept.
Forgive me.
The hat.
It still sets in waiting, a man who stopped in hours to see her and was met with extended silence. More feelings of regret pull from that, taking it up gingerly and resting it atop her own hair. Never a hat person. It feels odd.
"Life can be such a terrible waste of time when spent in the wrong place for far too long..."