blonde hair
dark eyeliner
missing finger
hard stare
sitting on bath tubs
hardly finding inspiration
to write her try-hard plays
she loved a man
one brother - no blood related
another loves her so
yet she feels incapable of falling
in love, that is.
she used to be someone
prodigal.
never finding happiness
until she did.
in her own way, of course.
kissing her beloved, holding him close
and telling the man who loves her
that she loved him, maybe never.
she found her way back into the world,
writing one fatal play
about her messed up baggage.
it was a start.
a great wonderful start
YOU ARE READING
mind of a girl
PoetryAll rights belong to the brain, where the information seeks the sane. for the collections of poems and thoughts of a growing daisy in a field of roses (aka the mind of an adolescent trying to find her way in life)
