Bottled Up
Before he left me, I gave him a message.
Before he left me, I gave him a message.
Bottled up feelings no one to tell.
But, he got through my heart.
It was my turn to leave him remembering me.
Every word was a price of me, he would now forever hold.
For in my heart I held him, tighter than my own soul.
About the Creator
Sophia Seradarian
Hello. I am 13 years old and have been writing stories since first grade. I journal frequently, as I find it a way to clear the mind and ease self destruction. I'm very ardent about poetry and a poem of mine was published in a book.
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