Alone

The dress clung to her figure wisped by the wind

Her hair in tangles ,her  face frail and thin

Her skin so pale it glowed under the light of the moon

And there she stood, alone

In a crowd of people she never was really there

Just a thought, a hope, a whisper

In the hearts of many but the minds of none

Letting go but trying to move on

A distant figure a new found thought

A hope to her

A loss to us

A dream is a dream

Life is never what it seems

One minute your there

One minute you’re not

But as long as you chose

You’ll be alone

Whispering to yourself

Your melancholy song

Reviews

[Annabel Lee]

This is brilliant Zoe :P