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Sep 2015
These backhanded comments
They're what make me stay awake at night
Wondering where I went wrong
What I could have changed
Sometimes I muse to myself
That you’ll walk up to me with a big smile on your face
Only to see the very next day
The frown implanted there
Sometimes I don’t understand why I try
To make you love me
But then I look in the mirror and ask myself
Am I even worth that love
A broken girl stares back at me
And I wish I could help her heal
But I’m only silly old me
Silly old me who’s a little too tall
Who laughs a little too loud
Who smiles to big
Who wishes a little too much
Who tries a little too hard
There’s a story in this girls eyes, waiting to be told
but no one gives her the time of mind
she’s just a silly girl
passing through time.

A year goes by
little things happen
she looks in the mirror once again
a frown has started to implant itself on her face
the light in this girl’s eyes, has turned into a shimmer
there one moment gone the next
She is a hollow shell of what she has once been
No one stops anymore
No one gives her the time of mind
And that little light starts to flicker

Time goes on
I start to miss the girl with optimism
The girl who laughed too loud and smiled too bright
I look back and wish I could find her
I search but there is nothing left

At the bottom of the ocean there may be treasure
but are you brave enough to get it?
The girl asked him,
he told her that he would find this treasure and bring it back to her
She looked up to meet his eyes,
her own holding the last glimmer of hope
as the girl held out her pinky
“Promise?” The girl whispered,
“Promise.” he repeated and snaked his own pinky around hers
and when I saw the girl in the mirror that night, I looked back
For there was a shimmer,
in her eyes fading in and out
I couldn’t help but wonder who this girl is
I wished for her something I hadn't wished in a long time
I wished for her to be happy

Time is something that never stops,
it's always coming and going never to slow

She looked back at the boy on his knee in front of her
He held a box out one with a ring so beautiful,
her eyes started to ***** with tears
The boy looked to her and said the words from so long ago,
“I searched day and night for this treasure, only to realize I had already found it.”
He looked up to the girl, “And I can promise you, I found it.”

The girl looked back at the mirror and she looked at the girl, really looked
This girl was wearing a stunning white gown
but it wasn’t the clothes that made her look different
It was the expression she wore
One of a whole,
of a girl whose eyes sparkle when she smiles
of a girl who tries too hard
who wishes too much.
This girl was happy, and as I looked at the girl, I smiled too
I got my wish for this girl, for her to be happy.
Gabrielle Ann
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Gabrielle Ann
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