lena_lolly
Just the diary of an unlucky girl...
Not a heroine's tale,
Nor a story to be told with admiration,
But rather the ordinary pages of a passing girl,
While the days pass by like the wind... Leaving nothing behind.
A girl whom life has never favored,
Whenever she reached for something beautiful, it slipped away quietly,
And whenever she thought luck had smiled upon her,
She discovered it was merely a fleeting illusion.
She doesn't exaggerate when she says that luck doesn't know her way,
In fact, she has learned to expect disappointments more than surprises,
And to hide her heart whenever joy approaches...
Because she knows, deep down, that it won't last.
She writes... Not because she has anything dazzling to offer,
But because inside her are things that cannot be spoken,
Things that, if left unspoken, would weigh down her soul even more.
This is not a great novel,
Nor the beginning of something different... Just the diary of a girl,
Accustomed to being outside the realm of everything.