This girl, her face only shows truth You can see in her eyes that she is strong But when she talks, do you see that gleam? The shimmer of tears, before she blinks them away? The way she shakes her head, a lame attempt to cleanse impure vision Sometimes, little movies play through her mind She watches, and her eyes become vacant, far away If you can, you'll catch flashes of sorrow She's never quite there, but somewhere else, listening to another story...that sounds a lot like me. This poem was wonderful and dark.
You can see in her eyes that she is strong
But when she talks, do you see that gleam?
The shimmer of tears, before she blinks them away?
The way she shakes her head, a lame attempt to cleanse impure vision
Sometimes, little movies play through her mind
She watches, and her eyes become vacant, far away
If you can, you'll catch flashes of sorrow
She's never quite there, but somewhere else, listening to another story...that sounds a lot like me. This poem was wonderful and dark.