A Poem by meganwheeler

Attracted. Deprived.

All Around Me.


Yearning. Pleading.


Sickly, Ghastly Being I Am.

No One Sees Me, No One Knows.

One Pretends.

One Attempts And One Succeeds.


Beautiful Hair, Strong Jawline, Amazingly Toned Shoulders.

Always Taken, Never Looking.


Alone I Sit, In This Hazard Cell.

Alone I Wait For prince To Come.


Taken Away, The Long Golden

Fervent Locks Of A Virgin.


Alone I Sit. Alone I Search.


Taking The First To Come My Way.

© 2013 meganwheeler

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Such a beautifully written piece. The ending is always the most important part of a story and you nailed it. There is an entire story in just that last line, and it's true for most girls. Thanks for sharing!

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Added on February 28, 2013
Last Updated on February 28, 2013