The tale of a girl
A girl still unknown to herself
Her blooming into maturity
And her falling into despair
A mix of hatred, betrayal, and revenge
Crafted inot harsh poems and stories
But also words of inspiration, hope, and love
that end those bad experiances
And there is passion
The pages pulse with emotion and lifeNot a word is without meaning
Not one page is without feeling
There are pictures there, too
For when she couldn't put something into words
When something was too painful to write
But needed to be let out
Truthfully, though, only one thing is in my journal
Beyond the passion, betrayal, and hope
Beyond the stories, pictures, and emotions
there's only one thing left
In my journal...is me
 Alatria · Fri Jan 12, 2007 @ 03:14am · 0 Comments |
