this is rediculous..
i was supposed to write a poem from one of carlys GORGEOUS sketches of a girl (i'll post a pic of her drawing sometime soon)
It started out as the girl in the drawing but by the end it felt more like me than anything..
it was draining to write, surprisingly...and i had to use past people and events in my life as well as things that would have happened to the girl in the pic if she was real to get this much emotion =\
so comments on this would be nice =]
The Darkest Pain
Truly disconnected,
She’s withdrawn from the world.
She’s the typical American girl,
Fantasized by many,
Loved by few.
Selling herself short,
She’s throwing out her heart.
No,
She’s giving it out.
She’s handing it to passers-by.
Hoping that maybe she’ll spark their interest,
Hoping to cross their minds.
Though,
She never will.
She’ll keep handing out the pieces
While her broken soul searches for
Her lost and tattered love, evermore.
They’ll keep driving by,
Seeing her stroll along her lonely crowded corners,
Watching her strut for hoots and hollers.
Though all she really wants is someone
Who really sees.
Someone who will break her down into
The Juliet she knows she’s meant to be.
It started out as the girl in the drawing but by the end it felt more like me than anything..
it was draining to write, surprisingly...and i had to use past people and events in my life as well as things that would have happened to the girl in the pic if she was real to get this much emotion =\
so comments on this would be nice =]
The Darkest Pain
Truly disconnected,
She’s withdrawn from the world.
She’s the typical American girl,
Fantasized by many,
Loved by few.
Selling herself short,
She’s throwing out her heart.
No,
She’s giving it out.
She’s handing it to passers-by.
Hoping that maybe she’ll spark their interest,
Hoping to cross their minds.
Though,
She never will.
She’ll keep handing out the pieces
While her broken soul searches for
Her lost and tattered love, evermore.
They’ll keep driving by,
Seeing her stroll along her lonely crowded corners,
Watching her strut for hoots and hollers.
Though all she really wants is someone
Who really sees.
Someone who will break her down into
The Juliet she knows she’s meant to be.