Standing.
She would stand in the middle of the hall.
Glancing..
She used to glance at me whenever I was near by..
Smiling...
Her smile is what I stared at when she talked about things she loved...
Then.
But now.
Gone.
She is nowhere in the hall.
Gone.
Beautiful eye's, lost in the dark.
GONE.
PEARLY WHITES THAT WOULD CATCH MY EYE'S WILL NEVER BE SEEN AGAIN.
She loved everyone, buy herself.
How, when, did this happen?
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My Inner Thoughts
PoetryThese are poems that I have personally written. This is something I can keep up with without having to worry about any story plot and stressing about school. A lot of my poems are a lot more abstract in some way. Some may be good, some great, and so...
