A Poem by theshygirl

a poem.


It’s something you can’t see.

It's Something you feel.


It’s something that you can’t explain.

It's Something you can only listen to.


“But how can it be gone? “She asked.


Maybe you were looking for roses.

But felt the thorn.

You were looking for clouds.

When all you heard was the storm.







© 2017 theshygirl

Author's Note

guys i am back! i have been working on this book!

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this was short yet so beautifully written

this is one of my favourite poems, thanks for sharing!

Posted 8 Months Ago

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who is "us" i wonder? Thats the question im left with after this. Furthermore, the simplicity and succinctness of this is great, my style, and lastly, it is giving me a yearning inside that is very strong and meaningful, and sort of swipes away all other facets of life...that yearning to truly feel what we feel, to live in the unexplained, shy from words, into neverland, where maybe despite thorns existing, we can smell the roses far more strongly. also for some gosh darn reason, the last bit makes me wanna get lost in a storm with a lovely woman. So much is wanting to be said here, i can go and read hundreds of writings, with my limited creative lexicon, and conclude theyre all great, but this does touch me without doubt. THe "grasping" is a big part of my worldview. So this wish to change the world for the better.

Posted 10 Months Ago

and you`re back with a bang ! great write

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on January 29, 2017
Last Updated on January 29, 2017
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just a girl who likes to express her self and her ideas about the world in poetry ;) more..

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A Poem by theshygirl