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Thorns puncturing,
the already wounded heart
Beneath the beded roses,
as black as night.
She cries always,
out of shear agony.
Though the days are silent,
so life passes her by.
Shrivled all alone,
to only pity herself,
The scorches leaves the story behind,
that tells about the bruises
Of the girl,
whom revealed everything
Within the depth of night,
no one knows when she approaches
Nor when she decides she stayed to long
Some times she sleeps while still awake
most, she never belongs
The outcast of the sky
Even though she never hates
Ticking of the minutes that slowly passes her by
Talking just never comes
So many oppurtunities in front of her
She never sings, but inside she hums
Trapped in a body of frustration
Nothing good comes to this kid
But more pain that one can bare
Some say she should never have lived
Most don't really care
When she has nothing to do
She sits in the rain
Waiting for her life to be through
But know one feels her pain
under her blanket, is her cover
And she talks to her self, alone
No one can she bother
When she is on her own
A stranger in the shadow
Waves casting in the night
She wonders where the Earth is low
Even then she has no light
A mystery of secrets and demise
Still no one pays no mind
To her it wasn't a surprise
Since no one was ever kind
 [.Crazy.You.Say.] · Thu Mar 29, 2007 @ 11:36pm · 2 Comments |
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