The girl swings steadily
The pendulum of the solitary grandfather clock
Memories blurring into obsessions
Thinking, thinking, thinking
What if, what that?
Why, why, why, why?
Was it her?
Was it them?
Tears form behind her eyes
No, no, no, no
She must keep her head high
She grabs the swings ropes tighter
She swings back and forth
Back and forth
Until she's apart of the moon and stars
Watching, watching, watching
Thinking, thinking, thinking
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Poems of a Depressed Teenager
PoetryPoems I have written because I was either bored or having a mental breakdown. It explores things from love to the little things that mean being a woman to me. Sadness and freedom. These are poems I have been writing since I was twelve. Enjoy <3
