High in a tower
A maiden sits alone
Looking out
At the sad world below
Its sorrows reflected
In her pale face
Her hand reaches out
And grasps only space
She holds the keys
But she can’t reach the lock
The soft breeze on her face
Serves only to mock
As it whispers of a world
Beyond her finger tips
That she can only watch
Past her tower it slips
Alone, looking down
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i hate the way our high school is set up ( ok lot of thinking for a very obvious conclusion! lol well thats my big thing for you to think over)
<3 have fun! i love u
Kait
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luv ya so much
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ok so yes i appreciated the poem !
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~Catherine
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-dina
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