Sometimes,
She wakes up to the silence,
Hours and hours,
Earlier than everyone else.
The house is quiet,
Cold and still,
But the sky is alive,
With hints of stars and streaks of colours.
It's almost kaleidoscopic,
Beautiful and beckoning,
The rising sun casting rays of gold,
Making everything seem so beautiful and pure.
But hours later, she feels alone,
At school she hides in the library,
And hates walking through the corridor,
Feeling the stares of the unknowing eyes on her back.
But when she falls alseep,
Instead of holding in her tears,
She thinks of the beauty of the world around her,
And how she wouldn't trade a single sunrise for anything else.
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Hi! I'm not quite sure how I feel about this one... I couldn't really write anything sad (yay?). Sorry about it being short - I've been super busy lately. If you could tell me your opinions on this poem though, that would be great! Thanks, and have a great day/afternoon/evening! Xx
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