In the quiet corners where shadows play,
Lived a girl with eyes as deep as day.
Her voice, a whisper, soft and shy,
A secret song the wind passed by.
She walked the halls with a gentle pace,
A fleeting smile, a hidden face.
Boys would look, then turn away,
With words that made her hopes decay.
"Too quiet," they'd say, "too reserved, too meek,"
"A girl so shy, afraid to speak."
Or sometimes, cruelly, they would jeer,
For she was bullied year by year.
Their laughter sharp, their voices loud,
A painful echo in the crowd.
And when she dreamed of a hand to hold,
They'd leave her standing, feeling cold.
Each rejection cut a hidden scar,
Yet she gazed at night's most distant star,
Wishing one day she'd be seen,
For the strength she held, and the will serene.
The world misunderstood her grace,
Mistook silence for an empty space.
But deep inside, a fire glowed,
A heart unbroken, though it slowed.
And one day, she'd find her voice,
And in that moment, make her choice:
To love herself, so pure, so true,
And know her worth, long overdue.
For those who judge by what they see,
Miss the depths of what could be.
The quiet girl, with dreams so bright,
Would find her wings, take flight, ignite.
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❝𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬❞
PoesiaIn this book, you will find gothic and chilling poems, letters and stories that will make the hair on your arms stand up with so much fascination and horror. Everything written in this book is my own. And it is my first book of poems and among other...
