Taciturn
She was beautiful
Everyone said so
In her reflection
A luminous glow
Long strands of ebony, her hair
Raven eyes with a gentle stare
Many secrets yet to unfold
Her world, fading fast
But with death grip she grabs
Like holding shards of broken glass
With unprotected hands...
Heart broken...
Eyes empty and cold
Is all they choose to see, but
Underneath that facade
Hides a wounded little girl
Yearning for love that she may never know
If by chance you meet her, be kind
Please tell her an old friend says "Hello"
Copyright © Madelin Barton | Year Posted 2013
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