The Lady In Front Of Me
Her gaze as cold as ice
As she looks into my eyes
As if she wanted to say something
But now she's holding it back.
She looks sad and worried
But no one knows how she feels
Like knowing of a storm ahead
That she wish soon will end.
Her eyes shows regrets and wonders
Of how things should had turned out
If only she had been braver,
Would her life had been better?
She keeps most things to herself
Emotions piling up inside
It's not that she doesn't want to talk
But it's because she's scared to speak.
She smiles and laugh, would talk and chat
Yet no one seems to see,
The emptiness hidden inside
She wanted to be free.
I tried beaming at her but she wouldn't
I stared at her and she stared back
I wanted to comfort her so I reached for her hand
But a cold glass touches mine.
Comments
Wooo. Very good Thought. Very apt picture too. Nice line. Well written...
This is a good thought put into powerful words that totally describe the feeling of being interspective.
Can I wager to say an abused woman? Awesome and up.
a beautiful expression of a young confused woman who holds her emotions and feeling inside afraid to see the real person, for she might see herself.
Great poetry.
Very touching, precy ... and revealing!
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@snusujitch: Thanks! Glad I found that picture online with Mr. Google, fits well with my poem ^.^'
@bearnmom: Thank you! I'm even surprised at myself that I could make poems like this in a short time whenever I feel sad. :)
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@ aviannovice: Nope. That was me last night with all those mixed feelings and thoughts. :) And not the first time I made a good poem whenever I'm on that mood. ^.^'
@ cleaner3: I agree, you got the perfect meaning right there. That was me keeping things to myself. :)
@ drbj: Thank you! :) Now, if only I could make another one.
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