Petite Poetry

Everyday I say it,

Yet you don’t hear,

Words so quiet,

Yet I fear,

One day you will,

Hear the sound,

Of my heart,

Counting down,

And to that day,

I have one hope,

That you calm,

The heart of

A girl so quiet,

A girl so lost,

That she has no,

Wishes for salvation,

Or dreams of acclamation,

A quiet hope,

A floundered dream,

An amazing person,

Though to seem,

You are the one,

That I admire,

So full of,

The love that I desire,

So take me now,

In your love,

That I may finally,

Fly above;

The wings I mount,

Into the sky,

They are yours,

You allow me to fly.