Her -
the titled verse
sometimes meaningless, sometimes pierced
right through a heart;
Her -
a small town girl,
trusting all -
you, me and the devils in us,
such naivity, such purity -
so rare heart;
Her -
keeping to herself, on a impossible goal
walking, almost stumbling -
a cursed path
trying to reach somewhere, making own bloods -
proud,
such a fruitless attempt -
suicidal;
Her -
suppressed dreams, confused mind
walking right?
or
walking sly?
such dilemma
such going under in a tunnel -
nightmares on early morn
restless, wine-drown midnights;
Her -
searching, finding, disappointing
temporary
pillow to rest tears -
Him
like
odd jobs on soul-less saturdays
underpaid, a compromise;
silence - a deathbed
inviting, cosy
to rest
undream - just sleep
do you know that feeling?
where she rests -
undreaming, such silence,
unloved, misunderstood
like
caged bird in unfree shops
selling cheap, making trade
look smart;
do you know
Her?
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Submission Name: Her
