Dainty fingers,
but her nail polish is chipped.
She's got a beautiful smile,
but a scar on her lip.
A cool set of clothing,
that she got at a thrift store,
but it's not like you would ever know.
A beautiful mind,
but a troublesome one,
that some days medicine may help,
but she cannot remind herself to take it everyday.
A warn and loving heart,
but the pain won't go away.
She's a bright girl,
with no motivation,
as if she had a train to catch,
but it already left the station.
Homework she has just remembered to do,
but there isn't any time now,
its quarter past two.
TBC
Comments
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thank you dear!
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interesting
the choice of words was wise, and i appreciate that you reflect yourself in this poem. all in all, i like! -
I love it. ^^;
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