There can't you see it
It appears to be a girl
Crying
Her eyes big,
Her clothes torn
The moonlight glimmers
In the river
Making it glimmer as if diamonds were inside
There can't you see it
The girl is growing older
Wrinkles appearing,
Colours fading
A sad look still on her face
There can't you see it
All things dying
As the young girl cries
I can see it
The girl dying
Curled up by the river
I see it all in the windows reflection
Except, the girl, she looks like me
YOU ARE READING
A collection of poems
PoetryA collection of poems by yours truly Some about death others of love. Some deep some not so deep. Whatever the category is I hope you enjoy
