litteraly my sould (inpired by pin)

saw this pin  and decided to write a poem, enjoy.

my poem

She is dirt w shiny cover.

One tiny secret?

Used to be nothing,

Now being something

Hiding whats inside.

Yet aint that pleasing?

May she come from her shell.

May she set herself free.

May she be reborn,

as  something you need.

Something to dream of.

Protected by wawes.

Safe, vulneable, flowing.

Livin by herself, for herself.