Who this girl is,
no one will knows.
For she is the star,
of her own private show.
Fearless, and ready to fight,
standing alone in the dark of the night.
Her talents lay undiscovered,
the beauty is covered,
as she waits for a moment just right.
The knowledge in her mind,
the character in her soul,
is almost to much, for one to know.
She waits and she hides,
the truth and the lies,
if only you could see.
Her thoughts are masked,
present and past,
waiting for each to be seen,
She sits and she waits,
she waits to find,
someone whom to reveal her mind,
maybe one day,
someone will see,
just how much, this girl could be
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Gender: Unspecified Location: The Last Circle of Hell
Its ok, sounds a bit too emotional though...Sorry, maybe its just my personality. I like this one, though.
You nature poets think you've got it,
hostaged somewhere in Vermont or Oregon,
so it blooms and withers only for you,
so all you have to do is name it:
and now your writing poetry,
and now you ship it off to us,
to smell and envy.
But we are made of newspaper and smoke
and we dip your roses in vats of blue.
Birds dont call, our pidgeons play it close to the vest.
When the moon is full we hear it in the sirens.
The Pleiades you could probably buy downtown.
Gravity is the reciever on the hook.
we smell on certain people as they pass.
Having lived in both New York City and the middle of nowhere, I can relate to the author.