The Girl Next Door

This isn't about love but loneliness.

One magical day she magically appears,

The wand swishes beside my door,

Her ponytail flies along the wind as she walks out from her tiny realm,

I call her the girl next door.

Her skin sparkles under the sun,

The corridors drive her away,

Have we ever met before?

She's only the girl next door.

She has the same eyes like me,

But the girl next door isn't quiet like me,

Has she shed a tear or three?

Oh well she's only the girl next door,

Who wants to be free.

Hello to the girl next door,

Have you ever dirtied your hands?

My hands are unconsciously filthy,

Tell me girl next door that you're just like me.

Are you alone and succumb to your fear?

Do you ever wish to just solely disappear?

Hello to the girl next door,

Are we the same? Even for a sheer!

Desperately clawing the door of acceptance,

Fit in fit in fit in have you ever yelled that?

I beseech you the girl next door to stay for awhile,

But the girl runs away because she's wild.

Like a cheetah she runs away following the wind,

Hey girl next door please please please stay,

My pleas to you dear girl stay here,

Among all you're the dearest please stay near.

Next day I wake up I know she'll still be there,

She'll slowly walk at the corridor in the sun,

The girl next door and her shining skin tan,

I'm so alone and I wish she's by my side as a friend.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I got a sense of the author really wanting to reach out in friendship in this poem, and yet they are unable to achieve that. It came across to me of someone who is not able to leave their home, maybe because of a fear of doing so and also someone who is unhappy with their situation and wants change.

Chris

[ErisedK]

Thank you Chris for reviewing. I don't want to spoil how others view this poem but yes, what you said were correct. Thank you Chris! :-)

Eri