Is she the same girl, I used to know?
Who used to laugh and waddle with the flow?
I see she’s loosing herself somewhere,
For we know life never plays fair.
Once I used to feel alive, when she was around,
But now she’s forgotten how to fly off the ground.
I just desire to gaze inside her soul,
Steal away all the sorrows that she holds.
She still giggles, hiding her fears,
For none ever noticed eyes filled with tears.
I see her alone even in everyone’s presence.
Dash the memories of bitter past and race with present.
Love this!
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Thank you
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You have talent, I think this is a fantastic poem.
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thank you i am glad you like it
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Reblogged this on Marilyn Munrow and commented:
Beautiful poetry
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Thank you so much
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