Lesbian Poetry

Change

Her eye's seem without a soul, sad dark and sometimes lonely. The spark that was once lit has forever gone shaded.

The smile that once appeared has long since faded. Her mind at a time quite bright now just jaded. As she slowly look's around she realizes she has become everything she's ever hated.

In her mind she wonders if it's to late for a change, or is it that the whole thought of change is just so over rated. Could she really ever over come what she never wanted to become in the first place.