There's a story in her eyes.
They are deep and beautiful;
But in them, sadness resides.They are a deep pool of blue.
Slowly, but surely, she's drowning;
Of this, I'm sure, is true.She walks around with a smile.
Pretending to be happy and secure;
But to her, that inch is a mile,
In a world were she seems so pure.•breaking casey•
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PoesíaWelcome to the depth of my mind Forgive me if you peak inside. Just my thoughts and poems while I'm fighting writers block and this thing called life. Enjoy.