Him
She saw him everywhere
His infectious laugh
The way his hair flopped just the right way
She was in a room incased in mirrors
Surrounding her, engulfing her in his charm
She dipped her feet into the water and was shunned for her existence
But it was not his decision
His friends made it for him
Secretly a push-over
Ruled by friends
His guard always up
Shielded by false hope
Goes with the flow
Never seized by rules
She cried herself to sleep that night
Not obsessed with being loved but afraid of being rejected
She decided not to feel
-And maybe that is what was best for her
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Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
