Lonely girl
Once so sweet
But now, she sits
In her defeat
From her eyes
The pain seeps
Her thoughts consume her
As she weeps
Hazy, lost girl
Feeling so detached from the world
She fears her heart
Is turning cold.
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Idiosyncrasies of an Introvert
Poetry{COMPLETE} Poetry from the ill mind ❝Her heart is played like well worn strings In her eyes the sadness sings Of one who was destined for better things.❞ © Lang Leav
