Why so lonely, sad yet proud?
Why cannot some grace be found?
Who will wipe her teary eyes?
Who can tell before she dies?
Why so silent in your pain?
Why do others show distain?
Who could ever think her rude?
Who ever saw her sit and brude?
Why at night so dark and still?
Why does death creep over the windowsill?
Who will be with her in the end to stand?
Who will wait the comming of deaths hand?
Why for one who alone is beauty?
Why so silently do her duty?
Who could bear to see here there?
Who can stop her? for none must dare.
The tumultuous of things of me.
About Me
- Katie
- My name is Katharine, but I usually go by Katie. Somehow I'm tough and bratty at the same time. But despite of all that, I like being taken care of. Sometimes I don't understand my feelings and emotions, so I write poetry. Some of that is here, which is pretty much why I created this blog.
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