Deep within the darkness of that cold cell
A little hand tried to reach out and break the spell
Scary as it is, lonely as she was
A burning within her made her close her eyes and feel the outside's grass
She tried to catch a little butterfly with her her little palm
And she wished that the world would give her even a little alm
She wanted to feel the warmth of the sun biting her skin
But she felt the cold from outside 'till her within
In the cold cement, she curled up in a ball
She heard footsteps along the mostly empty hall
A strong manly voice spoke in a tone so cold
"You're free" and opened the bars that to her had a hold
She closed her eyes again, for with them open holds no difference
She'll be punished and will be given in a few minutes, a death sentence
For eyes opened are closed to what's going on
She'd given up and found no more reason to hold on
"Eyes Opened Are Closed"
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When Broken Pieces Fit
Poetry"Amaze me, inspire me Or simply, Break me They work the same way." This is a collection of poems I wrote way back! They're mostly the poems that I posted on my Mirakee account, if you have one you can check it out!
