I sit in my conner watching the world. What catches my eye is a sad young girl. I watch the tears stream down her face. what happened to our human race? She traces the scars a cross her wrist. And wonders if she will be missed. She looks up and sees me too. She whispers gently 'I know you.' Your the girl i use to be. Whose heart was happy, and whose soul is free. What happened to us, did we die? As she starts to cry. I want to hold her and make her see that deep inside she still is me. She's locked me away but I'm still here. Watching the world from inside the mirror.
I like this poem I thought it was going to be a story from the way it was written but the rhymes were absoulutly beautiful keep writting and never stop
thats a really good poem, you see yourself how you used to be, i do to, but we all move on right? because time tolls on the best of us
Very beautiful poem with deep insight... it is very good. Don't stop, you hear?
Now, we know where you've been hiding.....inside writing wonderful poems..welcome to P.H...kellykell....keep writing these lushes writes..10/10 best wishes to you jon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
these are very good poems