Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

September 5, 2012

(Stuck) In the Middle

by Kaytlyn
Face white, like seeing a ghost
Her body stopped as she slowly froze
Her blood turning cold as her mind slips away
Back to a time, back to that day
She remembers the laughs, the smiles, the fun
Before all of this had begun
Her skin is cold and hard to the touch
For she had been trying to hide so much
No expressions, and no more feelings
She felt like her life didn't have any meaning
Her heart beats but her eyes are cold
For she wish she could say all the things untold
Surrounded by people, she was stuck in the middle
Trying to figure out life's confusing riddle

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