The black bricks – built upon bag of tricks
Blended with the dark world – into itself, curled
She held her black bucket – controlled like a hand puppet
Her world was dark – it held no spark
The figures stood there – they enjoyed her scare
The paint was layered – sediment screamed, they never heard
Her face was weak – yet, she did not speak
Then, jumped a child – it was wild
Her light had come – she was kind
The child had left – it felt like theft
Her world was dark – the paint left park
Her life was painted – in the black she hated
She knew light existed – it made her persisted
Hence, nobody stepped – she was not accepted
So she jumped off – not even a scoff
She was crispy – yet, her world was still misty
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We were too close to the stars~
PoetryMy collection of poems and one-shots~ They're my work and, please, don't plagiarize because I will not hesitate to report and block you~ Note: the poems improve, slowly ;]
