she looked at the stone
and she knew they felt the same alone
her thoughts ate a her very being
for it was her life before her eyes she was seeing
nobody could see through her mask
for this was a terrible task
she had nobody
not even silly puddy
her life could not be mended
and shortly it ended
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryThis will be a compilation of poetry put together. Kind of like a poetry book. I will have my new poetry and maybe some of my friends but I don't take credit for others work so if a poem isn't mine you will know.
