The weather outside,
mirrors her feelings inside,
tries to run,
she cant seem to hide;
As precipitation splatters across the window,
she endures a melancholic phase,
in pity she would wallow,
fights a battle to give up the chase;
Waiting patiently for the sun to rise,
awkwardly trying to fake a smile,
shifts her gaze from side to side,
having to hold high her pride;
justice will someday prevail,
or so she wishes, hopes and prays,
throws away feelings so frail,
she'll live her dreams she solemnly says.
No comments:
Post a Comment