Taunted in school for being a loner
She pulled through every disgruntled remark
Chided for being unable to connect
An intense energy blazed through her heart
She could feel the snears from surly eyes
As she sat in the lunchroom all alone
Gazing at the bench in front of her
Empty abandoned as a cursed stone
The curse wasn't in the bench it seemed
For her heart too longed for a friend nearby
But repulsive she was, she lived by her rules
And against her morals she could never fly
However despodent and dejected she was
Her face lit up , her ardour enhanced
Her joyous spirit would again come back
Whenever she picked up a book in her hand
She found a friend in a lifeless page
She found comfort curled up in the sun
Savouring the pages one after the other
She finally found her definition of fun
She no longer cared for the disdain of peers
When she could escape into a world of wonder
Her heart raced as her fingers chased
The printed lines one after the other
Not mere words were they to her
They were soft charismas shining intense
Not a mere book of paper it was
It was her only friend in every essence
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Willful Verses
PoetryWords. Words are power, words are hope, words are comfort and words are strong. Specially when they are intertwined into beautiful strings of lines which weave into verses and ultimately gives us warmth in the form of a poem. Everyone has there un...
