A Poem by Wild Willow Blue

The last of the pure ones..


Words of history forever in my mind

leave blankets of color upon the empty ground

Do not patronize me with fears, but look up at the blue sky

his memory is full of mystery

a story untold

Steps of life leave me hanging

I am torn, LET ME GO!

The people in my head tell me not to fear what’s under my bed

Sharp pain leaves me broken

left to live in a jar

Lying tears, caged by time


© 2012 Wild Willow Blue

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Wild Willow Blue
All of my poetry comes from the heart.

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Added on May 30, 2012
Last Updated on May 30, 2012
Tags: Story, Mystery, Untold, History, Steps, Life


Wild Willow Blue
Wild Willow Blue


I am 31. I am female. I am lesbian/bigender. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each o.. more..