my scars tells the storyof everywhere I've been,of all the trying times I've gone throughand all the places I have seen.but a scar isn't always on the outsidesometimes it's the things you can't see,like the imprint left by someonewho said they'd stay when they meant leave.© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer
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poem | rebellion
I started a rebellionand titled it Mine.it held every daughterwomen and sister you would findbut our rebellion did not runon violence of any kindour rebellion ran on the voices of you and I.© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer
poem | astronaut
I fly above the oceansand high above the groundI bathe myself in starlightthe silence safe and soundI close my eyes and listento the murmur in the cloudsand the gentle whisper of planetsas the air around them bowsthen the planets collectively inhalelike they're preparing for a crowdthen they sing their song of asteroids that are worryingly … Continue reading poem | astronaut
poem | stardust
when earth was first createdand everything went 'bang'the stars that all explodednow make up your heart and brain.and that twinkle in your eyewhen you're happy or excitedare the stars that call it home therethey dance when they're delighted.but now your neck hurtsfrom how often you glance upto try and get a glimpseof your star and … Continue reading poem | stardust
poem | beauty (noun)
you say you're not prettybut how would you knowwhen you’ve only ever seenwhat the mirror shows? andI don’t know who put the ideain your headthat beauty starts withthe length of your legbut to call that a lie is long overdue, andyou’re too smart to go down that well-travelled route.and yes I know it's true, thatif … Continue reading poem | beauty (noun)
poem | magic
I know you don't believe in magicbut how can you even saythere is no such thing as magicwhen you see it everyday?I know you've seen the trees bendunder the weight of magic's words,and the way the sky turns purpleat the same time every dawn.if you still don't believe methat there's magic at every turnit might … Continue reading poem | magic
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