Loner girl. With
Hood up and head phones in. With
A book in hand. With
Mysterious eyes that cry a dark past. With
A grin that's tortured and bland. With
A heart that holds in its lies with a cast. With
Thoughts that never leave her mind. With
No one to trust with her secrets. With
No one to be with...
YOU ARE READING
My Mind; The Broken
PoesíaA book of poetry I have written. Most have come from assignments in high school but all are from the heart.
