her words were like knives
her skin was steel
she would tell every one lies
and always conceal
she was never seen smiling
and always wore a frown
hoping that some one, something
would help her to not drown
she hated her words, every single one
and hated the darkness, hoping for the sun
she hid her face in shame, hoping to never be seen
when on the inside she was a angel
a saint
who had a golden gleam
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poems and short tales
PoetryJust a collection of short stories and poems. Some dark, scary or sad. Some happy, silly, and fun. Feel free to read through these and comment on what i should make a story on, or poem on next.
