The Unpublished Poems

~Dust~

She found herself in a room 

All alone 

No friends, it seemed 

She peered through the window, 

Hoping for a sign 

She grew more insecure, 

And while she did, 

She painted herself some new friends 

But they grew old and crumbled to dust 

Now what? 

She wondered 

And wandered, 

And finally she found her way outside 

But her heart was too gnarled up with sorrows and grief 

To see the beauty, the joy around, 

At least, 

That was what she thought 

But maybe she was wrong 

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this was just an idea i had while doodling some things, thinking. i like it, even though it's a little sad. 

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