The night was short or maybe it was long.
One day I went to a class with a bunch of toffees,
Today I feel like telling you all.
Empty my mind and let it fall.
Someone you could run to when the world tries to be mean. Someone who would just listen without condescending you. Who would embrace your…
Warm breath on your shoulders,
the dew on the lips.
Twenty seven yearsam I old?am I young?am I wise?am I dumb?
What you teach your daughters
My mother taught me submission, sacrifice and compromise.
Don’t do this, don’t do that.
What is this? What is that?
These were the top 10 stories published by PoetOfTheSoul; you can also dive into yearly archives: 2016, 2017.