The girl in the corner
with the long dark hair
with the deep blue eyes
and the longing stare
she wants someone to see her
for exactly who she is
wishes someone understood
how hard it is... to be her.
Her hands knot together, pale as a sky
that is clouded with rain and remorse
Her coils twist around her shoulders
nobody sees her beauty.
head on hands, eyes set down
gaze upon the tiled floor before her
wishes once more.
it'll never happen.
A voice bright as sun
echoes in her mind
it isn't real...
it can't be real...
just in case, she looks up
a teary glance of sorrow
dark hair over her eyes
gorgeous features facing the sky.
a girl.
is she dreaming?
gold hair, green eyes,
a hand held up in greeting
palm outstretched.
she speaks one word
the word she's longing to hear
that hasn't been spoken to her
since she was a child...
her voice twists and turns through the dark
and the foginess in her mind
her eyes light up as though she could see
where once she could not.
she hears the new girl's gentle words
she recognises it
it's the sound of something
like a washing wave
like a crackling flame
like crashing thunder
she's to blame
the girl stands up and raises her brow
and says in return, shooting back the word,
speaking in more confidence than ever before,
she replies,
"Yeah, I'm fine.Thanks."
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Dedicated to my best friend Rachel.
You're awesome!
