She sits on the swing
Waiting for someone to come by
But silence is all that will stay at her side
Till forevermore.
The poor little girl.
Right under the surface, she is
Bounded to memories, to failure.
Her hands ice-cold,
Her gaze is lonely and sad.
She reaches for shadows
That she believes are knights to worry.
But the truth is heartless non the less,
Because the one she is waiting for
Will never be there to be.
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Facets Faces
PoetryTrue art comes from your inner self. This collection of modern poetry contains truth, fiction, emotions, and all of the beauty we forget to notice around us. You will find older poems that you will probably know from my Poetry Collection but also pl...
