Where was she,
When she was here,
But lost inside.
I see glimpses of,
someone who must be,
who she wants to be.
She is trapped and I try,
to help her.
She didn't notice me the first day,
Or the second.
YOU ARE READING
Wilted
PoetryShe couldn't see him, But she was all he could see. Raw Poetry, by: Mae Ethlyn
