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Bruises on her arms
Make up on her face
How can such beauty go to waste?
Swollen eyes
Moist cheeks
Falter after falter she becomes more weak..
Over and over she tells her lies
Her secret.
Her disguise.
Make up on her face
How can such beauty go to waste?
Swollen eyes
Moist cheeks
Falter after falter she becomes more weak..
Over and over she tells her lies
Her secret.
Her disguise.
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Memories of a dying day.
I'm looking at the red and yellow sky.
But my eyes burn.
I'm frantically running through my mind.
The people I've met,
The ones I've befriended.
The dreams we sketched,
The days we lived.
How long away were they?
It seems like seconds ago that we breathed the summer's night air.
We were kings of those days and nights.
Careless and free.
Misguided, nothing we cared for.
Our eyes aimed for the sky.
Conversations of simplicity and complexity.
Girls, fears, what lays ahead for us in the years.
But those days are gone,
those days were beautiful.
My tears evaporate within seconds of their life.
Like my life, just seconds.
Those
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Perfect Strangers
We met in the bathroom — or so I thought.
The moment I saw him in the girls' bathroom, I could tell he had guilt imprinted in every pore of his beautifully textured face.
However, he had not expected me to walk past him without asking why he was there. Instead, I went along doing what I first went to the bathroom to do.
After giving my bladder a break coming out of the stall, he was gone.
I strolled comfortably to the sink. I was about to open the faucet when a faint chemical smell shot up my nostrils.
When I woke up, I was wearing nothing but my baby blue bra and matching panties. My appendages were tied together; hands around my b
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Never Again
Never again will she see his face again
The memory of him resisting to fade
Never again will she laugh again
Her eyes hide all the pain
Never again will her heart be able to trust
The wounds refusing to heal
With her broken wings
She can never fly again,
Never again will she be able to soar through the sky and let her imagination take her to the places she pleaded for
She is stuck on the ground in the nightmares
Screaming, shouting, crying...
Drowning in her own misery
Never again will her faith be the same
Give her something to believe in
She'll show you why it's not worth fighting for
Never again... She promised
She promised
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Some of my friend told me to write a poem about abuse. Its simple but deep.
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It is short, but not entirely simple I think~ poignant and malancholy~ beautifully written