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She reaches for something…in the darkness

Is it her soul, her heart?

Is it her wounded pride or is it the cold body of her lover?

She slithers on the floor like a beaten prostitute

Groping for the object of her search.



It is a rather pathetic sight,

She is such a lovely specimen

Apart from her empty, bitter eyes.

Did she ever love?

Did she even laugh?

Did she ever live?

Or has she always been so desolate

Forever trapped in a darkened vast solitude.



Lost, surrounded in black obscurity

She is absent minded, looking aimlessly

Does she even know what her dainty arms reach for?

Do any of us know?



By Jenny Veal





My best friend wrote this. she doent believe she has talent at writting poems all that much so please comment and let her know how good or bad she is...and please give her hits of what she can aprove. thanks

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wolfkiller
16:40 Feb 27 2008

Very lovely

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