The tears the girl cried where on the outwards, on her outside,
She said she was crying them because of all the lies,
But really, that wasn't why she was crying.
She was crying for her family,
She was crying for her friends,
She was crying for the beginning,
And she was crying for the end.
She was crying for the castle,
She was crying for the town,
She was crying for the princess,
And she was crying for the crown.
She was crying for the crossroads,
She was crying at goodbyes,
No matter what she tells you,
She wasn't just crying for the lies.
YOU ARE READING
A Girl Called Unknown
PoetryI hope you can sympathise with Unknown and welcome her with open arms. She has tackled many problems, but she is still forever Unknown.
