You cannot tell what the girl is gonna do
For she doesn't know herself
One minute she's thinking of one thing
Until her mind gets traced some place else
She doesn't look to get lost
But when she does she goes willingly
Whatever could she be looking for?
There are only twigs and leaves
She walks the streets in the dark
And cares not what's hidden
If something comes out and grabs her
She won't run, won't hit
She will simply know that this was it.
The glass is half full
And it has been for some time
You can't save someone
Who doesn't want to stay alive
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
PoezieThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
