the girl

Tangled in her own fears,
bides her time over the years.
A face hidden she shall remain,
the mask behind which she stays.
Painfully scratched hollow,
the insides become.
Turbulent in sensation as the sun.
No soul to confide,
bear the truth she hides.
A closed Pandora's box,
key locked and swallowed-lost.
She can change,
if given the chance,
only waiting for that one glance.
Running she shall go,
into those arms if thrown.
But she shall not be considered,
for her fate holds no luck.
Happiness not allowed,
only broken dreams handed down.

 

how old r u preetha.. u write such intense stuff at such a young age :shock: amazing.

 

WHOA.........lotsa angst there.........reps 4 u

 

OMG :shock: :shock:
A-W-E-S-O-M-E ......
repssssss 4 uuuuuu...

 

erm thanks...lol j i'm 17...this poem means alot to me, therefore i guess thats way it contains a lot of emotions

 

wow

thats real deep ..
nice ..real nice ..

 

all her poems r deeeeeep stufff
nice 1's. chk out her prev poems

 

Very nice....I didn't get ur previous poem...this one made more sense to me.

 

lol glad it made some sense!! but then again we all get different interptations

 

gud one.reps for it.surely got that gud selection of words and scentence formation.

 

she always does!.... after all she is my sister :

only jokin sis..... id give u reps if i cud but instead i give u points :grin:

 

are you talking shes really ur sister or all indian as your yer brothers and sisters???

 

lol no he actually is my brother.....genetic relationship there!