No That's not her name
Its just the closest I could come
She knows all who went or came
And her beauty? second to none
She wasn't nice or kind
She was bitter and cold
And only anger filled her mind
So young yet so old
She hides all in a blanket of white
To cover what she was feeling
She's hurting and avoiding light
Because she'll never feel healing
She tries to see the good inside
But there was really nothing there
She's destined to stay alone and hide
Because her soul is bare
And that's winter
No happy ending
There was really nothing in her
YOU ARE READING
empty nights
Поэзияthis is what's really happening behind your bedroom door, what you feel but can't express without being seen as strange. don't worry, cause darlin I'm a mess too.
