'Look! What's this I see?

Another part? Oh goody!'

Written in class

What is the definition of pretty?

Is it like petty?

Temporary and fleeting?

Appealing to the eyes,

Seen by all?

Like the rainbow?

Or locked away

Buried deep?

Like a hidden treasure?

He is mine,

Am I his?

Why would I be?

A scarred soul,

Aloof and isolated.

Most flowers are pretty,

But am I one

That simply isn't?

A mind so strong,

A voice so smooth,

So close yet so far.

My ghost tears fall

In mourning for what never was

And will never be.