In a dusty room packed with memories,
sits a girl,
her eyes like coal.
There's a dull feeling of bitterness,
it leaves the room eternally silent.
There used to be smiles here,
I can see them in the cracks,
so faint yet memorable;
just a summer breeze.
Swirling cobwebs dance,
they're evidence of abandonment.
The girl watches them,
wishing she could be so free.
-I couldn't think of anything else to add.
I have a pet unicorn...his name is Flavius, as in Flavius Belby. Flavius does not like gumballs..