she's the type of girl who holds secrets in her eyes,
mystery emits off her in clouds of amethystine smoke,
she speaks to the stars with ambiguous whispers,
her clothes reek of unspoken things.
she's the type of girl whose name is uttered under breaths,
she averts gazes with one strand of her auburn hair,
she absorbs the fear of others in the grin plastered on her face,
her heart pumps aggression and aggravation.
she's the type of girl who lies alone,
tears mixing with the vodka spilt over her facade,
loneliness hangs like draping curtains around her,
the fire that appears to burn in her chest is only artificial after all.
she's the type of girl who abandons life like its just a game,
her tombstone is littered with cigarette stubs in her honour,
there is a fascination surrounding the recollection of her,
all because of those secrets she held in her eyes.
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I don't know how this one turned out to be honest, I haven't been that inspired as of late because school seems to drain all the creativity from me. Feedback is welcomed, I really appreciate it so don't hold back!
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Poetrypoetry to reflect my turbulent, troubling, and tiresome time on this planet.
