You don’t have to say a word to her
She understands
She’s a shadow fading in your light …
Is she
A whisper lost in the wind?
Meaningless, invisible?
Insignificant?
She might be …
To you
She’s a foolish heart
Sensitive to the way of the world
Bruised by the coldness of yours …
Her emotions, raw and exposed
How can she feel so broken
Lost and unhappy?
It’s a mystery to her own self!
Stupidity, they call it
For feeling too deeply …
For caring too much …
For believing so easily …
For loving unconditionally …
But even in her aching heart,
She remains
A delicate soul in a world too rough …
Roksana Tales 