9 February 2013
This is another version of a poem I have posted before.
The quiet girl to whom no-one talks. Walks down the road upon no-one walks, Trying to get away.
She walks and walks til she walks no more, The leans upon the nearest door, Trying to gather her thoughts.
But all of a sudden she started to sway, Her conciseness was slipping away, For the very. Last. Time.
The Quiet Girl To Whom No-one Talks. • Opuss № I