Poetry.

[terragurl]

WOOOOOO! French is better then German! *pokes* *runs*

[jesfriendmagnet]

EEEK. Poke.

German & French = awesome.

I like 'em bothh. =]


UNTITLED [yet again] by Jess.


She's walking by
without a hint at where she wants to be.
She doesn't mind
Not knowing, she doesn't care about not caring.
She's content and carefree
and people love her for it..
She doesn't understand it now
but she will soon.

She's messing up
almost everything she comes in contact with.
She's more than hated
she misses him more than she thinks.
He can't remember her name
And she can't let go of wanting to hold on.
She doesn't know it now
but she will soon.

She's all alone
and she's pushing everyone farther away.
She's falling in between,
She wants to fall asleep and stop shaking.
She losing faith
as they're calling out her name in the Atlantic.
She doesn't hear them now
but she will soon.

She's holding her breath
waiting for some room to open up.
She's only so old,
It's not fair to her to get so hurt.
It was never easy
to see something right in front of her.
She doesn't notice it now
but she will soon.

She's sort of hopeless
hanging onto everything she can.
Her house is gone
and nothing feels like her's anymore.
She's growing up
but she can't tell, the clock is going backwards.
She doesn't feel it now
but she will soon.

She's standing there
in her white cap and gown, crying.
She not listening
to the music on the radio.
She's so sick
of being ignored by everyone around her.
she doesn't see them now
but she will soon.

She's trying to wait
for something to go her way.
She wants to find
someone who can make her feel happy again.
There's really nothing
she can do to keep herself from going crazy.
She doesn't want to.
But she will soon.

[michealdark]

Is this for general poetry?