Her mind is twisted,
Creased with no control,
Her hearts eyes are misted,
And her feelings do not show.
Her heart is turning black,
Her soul has started sobbing,
Her thoughts are held back,
And her head is throbbing.
She knows only what is said,
And no other fiction,
She thrives for her deathbed,
Her every move shows restriction.
Her heart aches for love,
Her soul screaming for need,
But her feelings are caged doves,
Itching to be set free.
Please open up her cage,
Let her be loved and free,
As she is getting filled with rage,
And she is losing who she wants to be.
She is slowly turning into rock,
It's becoming the end of her world,
All you have to do is undo the lock,
And free this Broken Little Girl.
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Plastic Roses And Fake Love Songs
PoesíaA collection of my favourite pieces of poetry. All written by me, please do not steal them. My poetry is dark, if you have anything nasty or judgemental to say then please take it elsewhere.
