She was so bubbly,
full of laughter and open-eyed wisdoms,
long blonde hair over shaded lids.
Now her eyes are shaded on purpose.
Hair artfully blown back,
Wisdom tossed away in return for
Other Interests.
The young girl isn't even fighting to get out.
She's simply gone.
And all of us,
the ones who loved her,
mourn the tragedy
of a spirit taken away too soon.
you do not understand this speaks my situation so beautifully. not me personally, but two friends that i really really miss.. and they're gone, and they won't come back. love these poems irene!
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