She was a lost soul waiting for the time
Where everything was accepted the way it is
She was waiting for the moment where noting
Was judged by its looks
She once sat on a lake with the moonlight going
Through her ghostly body, and the wind
Blew on her glowing face, through her shimmering hair
She started thinking,
"Is there anyone that would understand?"
She waited for an answer as the blowing wind
Dried up her new formed tears
Then she said with a sigh,
"This world is never going to get it,
However you try, it's never going to change …"
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My Writing & Poems in a Small Book
RandomA group of my random writing and poems. Not the best poet or writer, but it was one of the ways for me to escape everything. Hope you enjoy them :)
