Ophelia is a girl who cry,
She has sixteen years old and she lie.
Parents don't know everything about her life.
Ophelia has a double life,
As soon as the evening is here
Besides she lives with mistakes is locked in this sphere.
Sad but true the pain of the heart kill yourself
Ophelia's tears fall,
Sixteen years old, a life behind a wall,
Two sides she lives, a hidden plight,
Her parents unaware, in the dark of night.
She is here,
She went
To cry.
She is here,
She went,
She cry.
Ophelia is a girl who cry.,
Ophelia is a a girl who lies,
Littles emotions run through her,
Downright the top of sadness her.
A fragile existence, a delicate thread,
Mistakes hold her captive, filling her with dread,
She stands alone, facing her reflection,
Tears and sorrow, her silent connection.
Ophelia, a flower weathering the storm,
Forced to conceal, her spirit takes form,
A glimmer of strength in the dimming night,
Awaken, Ophelia, in morning's soft light.
She is here,
She went
To cry.
She is here,
She went,
She cry.
Ophelia wake up...
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Strange Days - Collection of Poems
PoetryFor a considerable duration, I've dedicated myself to crafting an array of poetry and songs, often intertwining the two. The allure of poetry lies in its melodic potential, a quality absent in what some might label as lifeless words. It's this attri...
