A Pretty Girl's Efforts



So sad
To see
A pretty girl's
Efforts,
Go to waste.
Squandered on
A night out
On the town,
But, though
Her hair
Was a shimmering
Copper helmet,
Her eyes
Smouldering
With
Unpacked love,
Her lips
Aching for
A blissful kiss,
No one
Came forward
To answer
Her prayers,
So
Home alone
She went.


I sat
Opposite,
On the Tube,
Touched by her
Wasted potential.
By her
Enforced
Innocence.


Was she too,
Wondering
About what
Could have been?
A love that
Might have
Rewritten
All the scripts?
A life-changing
Opportunity,
Missed by a
Whisper,
An evil twist
Of fate?

Boundless
Possibilities
Flash through
Our brains.
A kaleidoscope
Of mirages,
Dance before
Our eyes.

And then,
She left
At Baker Street,
Taking the
Apparitions
With her.





Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2012-02-23 at 01:10

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Esti..

This is a well written sad piece about something that is
quite universal...and not just by pretty girls

xxx Stan
2012-04-29



The ache of possibility, you caught it and it's contagious (what I mean, I remember oh too well those feelings. It isn't restricted to pretty girls, and it is real pain). I can see you on the tube witnessing that pain, and writing of it.
2012-02-23