Hidden from the world
There is a pretty little girl
With a pretty little mind
She is alone within her kind
Her throne is her heart
And her hearts made of stone
Cold, on her own
She's never the same
There's shame in her name
Yet she is unafraid
She is beautiful
A raven, all alone
Brilliant, with a black soul
Adored from afar
No one dares to get close
The way she had chose
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PoetrySilly poems I write Whether in the dead of night Or when the sun shines bright
