so lost in the music that she messes up her lines.
there is no grace, no charm
just the clumsy innocence
the pretence has been cast away
the rest remain amorphous, rude
and like a nascent star she is forever shaking
trembling
with life and fear and
all that is shrouded from her own eyes
unstable.
like the autumn and December
and a few words that mean nothing
she exists
weary, but she knows she wont sleep
smiles at the sky before
breaking down to weep
the wet light soaks her
and her naked soul drips.
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The little girl knows and the little girl is wise.
The little girl is scared of the sun that may not rise.
You're good. And you should know it.
"the pretence has been cast away
the rest remain amorphous, rude..."
'Amorphous'. How many of us would have thought of using this particular word? I daresay few would. You've got talent Weevil Girl.
This piece throbs with naked expression.
you are wonderful with poetry..its a rare talent!so enjoy! :D
"like the autumn and December
and a few words that mean nothing
she exists"
You... express.
That is all I have to say.
@LD -oh?oh.:]
@jadis- thank you much :D
@shreyadi- i just write stupidlinesidontbelieveityoucalledthispoetry?ohwell you people are just way too kind.
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@shruti-i ..do. sometimes. inadequately though.
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And is it awesome? Yes it be.
You're good. Too good.
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