I quietly walk immense, lonely streets <br />And think of a sullen girl <br />Whose eyes were always <br />Watery and sad, <br />Even in the absence of tears. <br />I recall once having held her hand <br />In the sunlight amid yellow flowers <br />And wanting to whisper something to her <br />That would make her smile <br />And forget her tragic soul <br />For a fleeting moment. <br /> <br />Some girls dress in black <br />And you can’t reach them with romance, <br />But you fall in love with them nonetheless; <br />The poetry of their melancholy eyes <br />Slips into your psyche <br />Like a recurring childhood dream. <br /> <br />She eventually gets lost somewhere <br />And drifts away, she finds it impossible to linger <br />With one man and be understood. <br />You think, perhaps this is best, <br />She’s not for you, <br />But your life becomes morose, <br />Her disconsolate mood has infected you <br />And you begin to view the world <br />Through the same saturnine eyes. <br /> <br />In your solitude, you question why <br />The two of you could not remain <br />Unhappy together?<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sullen-girl/
