Tears and fears, by minute or years,
Might be the cool girl’s will and power,
In delving for hope in struggle.
There was this girl who knew she had not been loved,
Felt like the world gave her away,
Her removal, banded and planned in foray
By Her quiet reserve,
An obvious genre of abandonment.
A missing forever in the hearts of men.
A fire burns out of her gaze as she looks out upon emptiness.
Having a “cool” poised strength and independence.
Living life’s trivialities didn’t bother her,
And true love was unimportant.
Cool girl was supposed to smile as though
The sun, moon and stars collided
And lifted her to supreme.
As though luck and the entire universe conspired,
And made her the impossible deity
Capable of doing and undoing the impossible.
Cool girl never kept her cool at all times,
To be every while the great ineffable,
Chain-crying, if turned.
- Vander
Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander. Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe if you didn’t know what fiction is!) and is in no relation to any actual entities.