Beautifully Forgotten
it was the way she smiled
It was the way she smiled
that reeled me in
Her cheeks swelled
with blotches of red
Crimson dripping
from her tremoring lips
Tear trickled from
her eyes and
fell into the cuts
on her chin
But it was the way she smiled
that stole my breath away
It was beautiful
in a forgotten sort of way
Barefoot in
muddy puddles
under streetlights
Or sitting on
dirty sleeping bags
against old brick walls
She smiled with
neglect and sorrow
shimmering in her eyes
I could see
her broken pieces
in her tears
The words she never said
hung off her lips
She looked like a ghost
under the moonlight
And it was beautiful
in that forgotten sort of way
Because they'd forgotten her
left her behind
to crumble and rot
But she had only become
even more beautiful
About the Creator
L. J. Knight
I'm the girl who writes poetry in coffee shops, who walks the halls with a book under her nose, lost in her thoughts. I'm the girl with the quiet voice and the smart eyes, the one who dreams for the moon and hopes to land among stars.
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