Her hair
Black as a raven
Shorter than deemed reasonable
For a girl
Blank
Her eyes
Greyer than a rain cloud
For someone so young
You wouldn't recognise her
She was the girl
You sat next to in first period
The one who got A's
And let you copy her notes
She was the girl
Who wasn't afraid to comfort
Picked others up
And loved to smile
You wouldn't recognise her
Once flowing hair
As golden as the sun
Once sparkling eyes
Pure as shining silver
You wouldn't recognise her
She finally decided
To let her darkness show
She had helped so many
That nobody thought
To help her
But now
You wouldn't know it was her
YOU ARE READING
Amphigory
Poetry"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...
