You were the girl at the window,
The one with the haunted gaze,
With your chin resting on your hand,
Remembering happier days.
You were the girl with the dark eyes
Who gazed for hours on end,
With your mute lips
Touched by your fingertips
And a mind they could not mend.
You were the girl that no one loved,
The one they shut away,
With just four walls for company
And a beating everyday.
You are the ghost
Of the girl at the window,
The one who silently cried,
Now you haunt the ones who beat you
Until the day you died.
rate
email
print
link to this page
Comments: 8