Her

You know that picture of a girl

Out in the cold

Her hair like fraying thread

Her lips slightly ajar

Her cheeks so colourless

They're almost translucent

Her breath screams innocence

As the window in front of her

Slowly becomes blurry

With the thought of taking revenge

Upon the poor girl?

You know that picture of a girl

So lost; so fearless

She thinks she can go it alone

That she can dismiss the wind

Guiding her elsewhere

With no thought but her own

Resulting from nothing but a subtle rend

In her past?

Do you know that girl still smiles

Every day of her life

She feel blessed.

When the fog clears

And sunlight reflects from that window

Her dazzling, freshwater pearls shine through

And the little, untouched gap between them lets you know

It's her.

This poem is about:

Me

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