It was the rain that never stopped
It was the wound that never sealed
It was pain that never ceased
It was the heart that never healed
It was the boy who never laughed
It was the anger that never died
It was the flowers that never bloomed
It was the girl who never cried
It was the boy who always forgave
It was the sky that always churned
It was the girl who always told stories
It was the hell that always burned
Who was the boy who preferred to hide?
Who was the girl who always cut?
Who were the people who never cared?
Who had the heart that was stuck in this rut?
So did you ever listen?
Did you ever care?
About the girl whose heart would shatter
Every time you stood to stare
At the freak who couldn’t live
At the dead who never died
At those preferred to dream
At the truth that always lied
Because the boy who couldn’t laugh
And the girl who wouldn’t cry
They shatter in the darkness
They never said goodbye.
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To Write On My Heart
PoetryA mirror to her soul. Look into her eyes for there is the key. Her heart is locked and I you won't ever know who she really is. The soul is the reason you take a chance on her because to know who she really is, is magic. So look into her eyes, and g...
