She sells sea shells by the sea shore
Arms open wide,
And yet the scars do hide
Behind bracelets reside
Stinging with the rush of the tide.
All she wants is to be free
Cant they see?
One more step
And all of the hate that she kept
Down to the shore
Would crash and be no more.
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A Random Dark Bit of Poetry (Book 1)
PoetryMy poems. Read, comment, vote, whatever. <3 Warning: Most Contents Are Triggering.
