She had a way about her
That made the boys fall in love
She was needy and safe
They felt as if
They had to have her
Open up her heart
Most girls were confident
Or pretty
Or strong
But she was thoughtful
Always something on her mind
She looked down at the ground
When walking through the halls
People still pushed her
And stepped on her feet
She used to try to get noticed
By then she stopped
She realized tight jeans
Just weren't right
Walked with her head held high
That is why they noticed her
That was her way
She was her self
Even though she rarely spoke
People wondered
What would make her choke
On what words would she stumble
How for would she go
To stay off in the shadows
And be all on her own
She tried to force them
To just leave her alone
But that would do no good
They cared
She didn't really know
Love was an unfamiliar thing
But she had a way
Still they asked
Few out loud
But she heard her name
being whispered through the halls
That was her way
The needy are lonely
And the lonely are appealing
But the appealing keep silent
YOU ARE READING
Whispers
Poetry(Previously named 'Evanescent') I'm just human I'm nothing more than a personality fading into nothing. Quickly disappearing, never to be seen again. Unless I find in a light in my darkness. Maybe writing is that light, I'm not sure. But it seem...
