Just Poems And Stuff

Stranger

In a world dull and full of grey, the lone girl sits on her knees looking up, a sky empty and longing bares down upon her, the girl looks longingly up at a sky that never looks back... She averts her gaze and suddenly something wet flows down her skin, the lifeless sky lit up with colourful clouds... Drenching a colourful smile into the earth... The girl looks down and now the earth looks back, she looks longingly at the painted smile while many hands stretch out from the cold canvas that is the earth, the girl continues to stare as hands reach out for her, she begins getting pulled into the dirt... Into this twisted painting of reality yet she never looks away... The sky continues to look down and the clouds begin to move on... The painted smile is now the girl's... But her eyes still look longingly into the sky as if waiting... But what was she waiting for? Who's smile is she wearing.... Her gaze continues to stare out as millions expectedly stare back... But where did these eyes come from that now drift across the sky... The canvas grew murky... The eyes are reflected and the girl's vision is lost amongst them... A painting lost... A gaze that still longs for something.... a smile... Which eyes are hers in this depiction of gazes?.... Where did she go...