Looking through frosted glass
a young girl looks back
pale skin and blonde hair
adorn the hazel-eyed girl
her emotionless face startles me
like her soul died long ago
her clothes mainly black
hang loosely around her thin body
a body that hasn't seen food in years
and chapped lips that haven't
felt the coldness of water
makes me wonder
how she lives.
- n.s.
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A Glimpse Into My Thoughts
Поэзия// sometimes I'm scared to let my mind wander but then I remember that my world can't run without it's creator // ________________________________ Do not steal my poems. If you want to use my poem in your book or as a quote, just ask me first and gi...
