Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

Posts from the ‘(un)lovable’ category

XXVI

Zigzags, rain drops fall against windows tracing words – you’ll be fine; and as you grow older, you’ll find you’ve been lovable, all this time ____ Thank you…

XXV

Your mind is of gold, heart stitched in silver lining, eyes lined in coal black, muddy green, let the tears shine – take back you, and…

XXIV

Exiled, cast away. farewell to the younger me. bye to cold mirrors. goodnight to the former way i used to break my old me. ____ Thank…

XXIII

Weakness, stay with me. you whisper, but you mean best. secretly, you’re strength – a gentle heartache, trying to help me release my pain. ____ Thank…

XXII

Voice, mine’s echoing from somewhere inside my skull; but i can’t hear it when i try to tell myself weakness isn’t foolishness. ____ Thank you for…