I refuse to look at her
Why pay attention to a stranger
I was taught better; stranger danger
I don't recognise the girl standing before me
Her swollen and glassy eyes reveal an odd sense of grace
Maybe that's why I keep seeing her against my will
To witness a beauty so rare unlike my own
So rare you see it only through tears
Tears that flow down her cheeks and wash the painted happiness
The way it all becomes stripped down and her soul is naked
There's something about that puffy faced girl...
Breathtakingly eerie
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Rookie poetry
ПоэзияWhen thoughts meet pen and paper And words can describe emotion... ^ Just a rookie sharing her poetry . This is a young collection of my poems , random and all . ^ #474 in Poetry 😄😄😄😄
