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I guess this entry will be a poem......
Little Miss Perfect Life
Never lived without strife
Her peace always at war
Battling truths against folk lore
All these lies rushing through
Things that won't stick to you
Always dreaming of flying
Not these feelings of dieing
Blending into the crowd
No chance to be loud
Raise her voice
She's always had this choice
She exists but does not live
Maybe she'll forgive
Never starting a fight
Nor her fists nor her lips
These could be helpful tips
You're not alone
I know that
Your crys don't go unheard
I know that
You're always thought of
I know that
You're always loved
I know that
They really do rely on you
I know that
If you never came, they'd worry
I know that
They'd worry until they knew
I know that
They'd even chase after you
I know it has got to be like that
But this sadness doesn't go away because I know
Sadness comes in even worse then
Because I know
Is her smile easy to read
Take a closer look, it's deeper than it leads
She's in pain
Surrounded by a hidden rain
Wishing she could end this
Die to an enternal bliss
 Shy-Star · Thu Jul 03, 2008 @ 02:27am · 1 Comments |
