Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Where did she go?
Did she say where she would be?
Or how to reach her?
Why doesn’t she want to be me?

Is it our place to set her free?
Extract her from the misery
I’m afraid that on her own she will never see
just how beautiful her life could be.

moving poem.

on must believe that their life (or life in general) is beautiful to be able to see just how beautiful it is.

lovely

really liked that- sad sometimes- being the last to see it- been there- lol-liked the compassion and poetic flow as well