she writes about her crippling fears,
about the ventures of today,
she writes about her broken heart,
in her own cryptic, poetic way.
careful enough, to not let her mom read,
the words that forbid escaping her throat,
some lie at the bottom of the mattress,
some crumpled up in her coat.
after long, agonizing night,
when her sparkle ceased to be,
she captured all her falling tears,
and turned them to poetry.
she had beautiful eyes,
yet a smile not so of her own,
she had friends, she wasn't lonely,
but deep beneath, she was alone.
she also writes about the infamous boy,
she writes of misery,
how she was clutching to these unsaid words,
that he'll probably never see.
she let her words dominate her,
she confides in all that's new,
she writes, secretly hoping that somewhere,
somebody writes about her too.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetryshe captured all her falling tears, and turned them to poetry. . . . . . . this is the first time that my work is being brought up in the light. i hope you enjoy reading. love, anoynymousgirlnextdoor
