Alone [Poem]

[Pokemon Trainer Sarah]

Alone
~by Sarah

How many times have you seen her there?
Sitting by herself
Still as a porcelain doll
Upon a wooden shelf

Her skin is clear and pale
Her cheeks, a rosy red
But her movements are dim and lifeless
Her gentle eyes are dead

Her black hair falls upon her shoulders
Her skirt upon her knee
And as I watch her sit alone
I wonder silently

Is this the way she’ll stay forever?
Will she ever stir?
Is she still alive inside?
Or is all she sees a blur?

I keep my watch from far above
And wonder what she sees
What she knows and what is real
And what is make-believe

I glance again into the mirror
Look through those lifeless eyes
And as I watch, two tears are falling
As I step back in surprise

My hand reaches up to my cheek
And now I can finally see
My skin is damp, just like hers
The forgotten girl is me

~

Just felt like writing... Nice, original title, no? ^^;

[pokedude91]

Wow, Sarah

You sure are poetic are you in a club or something. You have such a way with words.:happy: :cool: .

Did you enter this in contest I bet you would win something,lol

[Tamer San]

Sarah, you have always been an inspiration for me, wonderful poem...I am so in a mood to post my new two poems too :)

EDIT: New poem by me posted ^_^

[Pokemon Trainer Sarah]

Thanks pokedude91 ^_^

And thank-you so much Tamer, it means a lot coming from a wonderful poet like you! ^_^

[TEAM ROCKET KING]

:eek: I like :surp:

[Blue Vortex]

That was amazing! I give you a 100000/10.

[PainKiller]

PLease guys don't revive anything over a month old.

[Clutch]

Alone
~by Sarah

How many times have you seen her there?
Sitting by herself
Still as a porcelain doll
Upon a wooden shelf

Her skin is clear and pale
Her cheeks, a rosy red
But her movements are dim and lifeless
Her gentle eyes are dead

Her black hair falls upon her shoulders
Her skirt upon her knee
And as I watch her sit alone
I wonder silently

Is this the way she?ll stay forever?
Will she ever stir?
Is she still alive inside?
Or is all she sees a blur?

I keep my watch from far above
And wonder what she sees
What she knows and what is real
And what is make-believe

I glance again into the mirror
Look through those lifeless eyes
And as I watch, two tears are falling
As I step back in surprise

My hand reaches up to my cheek
And now I can finally see
My skin is damp, just like hers
The forgotten girl is me

~

Just felt like writing... Nice, original title, no? ^^;


Now that this is revived and all...

That was a great poem.
It was brilliant!
But it's so sad... :sad:
Again, great job! :razz: