Played

She was beautiful.
It was a kind of beauty no one notices, no ones sees.
Day after day, she went to school, made the grades,
To go home and play.
She got home and played and played,
Until her fingers couldn’t take it any longer.
This girl was gorgeous.
No one saw her. No one knew her past.
She was different.
She was different, but who cares?
She kept her head down, kept going along.
She was content.
He didn’t know her.
He didn’t see,
Why would he ever notice her beauty?
He has had own problems, the pills, the cigarettes.
He played and played just to get by.
Thank God he had fingers to keep him alive.
They went their separate ways, they went home and played.
They played their secret songs, and that’s how it stayed.





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Patience97 said...
Apr. 13, 2010 at 12:18 pm
So true. A lot of people have sides of them that they'll never have the strenght or courage to show anyone else. Other people, just don't have the desire to show anyone how truly amazing they are.
 
mandymac replied...
Apr. 17, 2010 at 8:20 am
Yeah, that's exactly right! :)
 
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