Try and get into the head of this girl,
And discover a myserious neglected world,
A world of fantasy and regrets of life,
See all the strains of her trouble and strife.
Look into her eyes deep into her soul,
Don't try to take over she has control,
She sees the world as a child sees sugar,
Tries to help others and then gets in bother.
She is a rose that has grown from concrete,
With goals and self pride she longs to seek,
To everyone else, a quiet girl they see,
Don't look hard enough to notice her inner beauty.
Her smile is magical and her eyes are her heart,
They reflect one another but are easily torn apart,
She's been hurt in the past that's why she's withdrawn,
Her heart has beek broken and her self confidence is worn.
She is looking for the one who holds the key,
To open the lock and let her inner self free,
Her heart is waiting to feel no more pain,
Her eyes are waiting to see happiness again.
The girl gets up in the morning and goes out everyday,
Hoping that maybe love is on it's way,
But when another day fails her she goes home at night,
Reminding herself tomorrow brings a new light.
Vicki Wroe, 17 (C)
Please visit this address and light a candle in memorial of a very special and much missed lady who sadly passed away on 28/10/06 to Pancreatic Cancer. Thankyou x