destined to be lonley -------------------------------------------
She’s sitting on her window sill
Waiting for the day
That he will come to rescue her
Form the eternal burning gray
Makeup is perfect
Her skin’s a porcelain doll
Her heart is made of glass
Perched…ready to fall
Black satin dress
Fishnets go on
All dressed up
With no where to belong
Hours to perfection
All gone out to waste
Only if she knew
It was her lips he wished to taste
Backside to the world
Feet up on a chair
Looking every now and then
To see if he is there
Yearning for the sound
Of the words he craves to say
She goes on with her life
Overflowing disarray
And every night she sits there
Waits for him to come
Hopefully he’ll realize it
Before her hopelessness succumbs
Thisd is really deep You wrote this so well I believe you were writing this from the point of view of someone longing for true Love I am one person who believes True Love will come to you you cannot go searching for it I will be looking for more of your writes God Bless Your Friend Ron
It reminds me of...me at one time, Or perhaps the eternal cinderella-esq fairy tale. I get the image of a lonely girl turned doll (think Melora Creager from Rasputina) eternally waiting in a decaying house with a clear view of a vibrant outside world.
that poem is kinda sad. u can just picture someone sitting there waiting for "the guy" to show up and it never comes. it also kinda leaves you wondering y the guy isnt there since he seems to like her. good job keep up the work.
This poem made me feel sad because waiting can be painful and dissapointing. When you wrote "Only if she knew It was her lips he wished to taste" it left me wondering 'why he wasn't there with her?' overall it was an enjoyable poem :)
Submission Name: destined to be lonley
