The Script

I met a girl
that told me that she did not belong to this world
and she showed me a broken mirror
she told me
by George,she told me
"Do not let them define the script
of your own life".

Since then
every once in a while
I glare outside the window
hoping I will see her shadow
creeping gently across the snowy walls
in a frosty,frosty evening
hoping I will keep on hoping
hoping...

Next to the fire
on a sweet,summer night
I smell her perfume in the air
And I always remember this girl
who is maybe sailing miles away
somewhere, to a brand new day
whose words led my life
and made me write...



Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2009-06-15 at 23:24

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Bob
There is longing here and a telling of a moment just before choices are made. Integrity is a loveable monster that keeps on growing.
2009-06-16


normalil
I wonder where she is now? And I wonder why you "glared" out of the window. Were you envious of her free spirit? These days, I think it's safer to stay at home, and write beautiful poetry like this.
2009-06-16