The girl in the back,
Not saying a thing,
Kept to herself,
She let's the silence sing.
Vines dance down the page,
Colored by gray,
Her eyes half shut,
But her mind is wide awake.
Lyrics fill the empty air,
But for no one but herself to hear,
The words of a story,
Betrayal and fear.
She tugs at her sleeves,
And lets her hair fall to cover her eyes.
It's the same everyday,
With no one hearing her cries.
The girl in the back,
Afraid of her wings,
Kept to herself,
She let's the silence ring.
She smiles,
Just to get you to leave her be.
If someone really wanted to care,
Long ago she would've been seen...
-Shadow Star
"Every person has a story, And every story has it's tears."
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Still The Same
PoetryIn the world of ink, I have lost myself. And now for the readers of the land, I have sworn my oath to pledge my words to all. I have now found my place, and this is where I'll stay. So even after all I have been through.... I'm Still The Same. *All...
