I held a miracle in my arms
Like the closest thing I’ve ever had
Or the farthest I’ve been from
She was so delicate,
So beautiful
It was terrifying just to touch her
To feel that power
That innocence
Right there in my arms
She was the only thing
Keeping me from breaking
Her eyes like a springtime forest
Holding all the colors of the wind
So wild yet they tamed my soul
Drawing me in
Entrancing me
Two broken souls and our pieces
Fit together perfectly
Just her and I
Forever questioning
Maybe she is my answer


{ I wrote this a long while ago about one of my friends, whom I was very close with at the time.

~Poet }