For A Girl About A Girl - Poem by Robert Trew
An emotional height was never my delight
I see a smile, but your eyes tell a story
A while, since you've had any glory.
An extended hand, but yet I say I understand
Do I though? Do I think of my self here?
A bitter blow follows with the fear
Who are you? What is inside your mind?
I Feel so blue, wonder if you are blind.
Your eyes; they were stars to me.
Though stars don't always see,
The girl hidden on the inside,
Or the girl trapped on the outside?
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