The Lonely girl (Photo credit: andrea_sdl83)
Her face was shiny, sickly
So unwell, her fingers trembled
as she held a cup so brimming,
but lifelessly skimming, of cold, cold coffee
Something in her broken
Like fine porcelain left out
in wind and rain, she seemed
a lost beauty, here besmirched
And of her glory not even a trace, left here
on display in dusky coffee shops, so late
on this cold, cold day
I thought I’d seen her before
when she wore a different face
When her frown was less deep
and of hope there lingered still a trace
But no more it seems, each dream
has fallen to the dirty floor, as she watches
And waits near the cold, cold door
Her eyes much older than a girl’s should be
Her words a stutter and her sentences
so unresolved, I felt her shudder
against encroaching cold, and wanted to tell her
this too would pass, but I knew, she’s
frozen solid now in her cold, cold view
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Brilliant, truly brilliant
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Oh so Lovely, so honest, so heartfelt. Wonderful Verse 🙂
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realistic ~ painful ~ excellent work Helen
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Wow Helen!
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There are some we can’t reach. You have captured the emotions in this pieced wonderfully.
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So well done. Real amazing work.
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*really
Helen, this one really touches my heart. Brilliantly written!! xxxx
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