The tear drops run down
and fall to her nose
she cries in the dark corner
that nobody goes.
You can follow her tracks
from her eyes to her chin.
Years upon years
of letting them win.
And her eyes tell a story
of anger and pain.
you think that she's happy,
but just look again.
All the scars of her past,
hidden under her clothes
are a roadmap to places
that nobody knows.
Her smiles are now painted,
she is a master of disguise.
And you can see it all,
just look into her eyes.
-e...
Friday, June 7, 2013
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