The untold me is gone,
She died along with our song.
She didn't live long,
Oh no,
She didn't live long.
She wore no crown,
But she didn't care.
To her, everyday was a jem.
This new me is very different.
She was born from hate, heartbreak,
And a pinch,
Just a pinch,
Of love.
She wears a black crown,
One that tells everyone she meets,
That she's broken,
Just like her heart.
She knows no love,
She knows no home to call her own.
She always feels alone.
If you look in her heart,
You will see scars,
Scars from a past,
A past she would like to forget...
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Silently Behind Mirrors ©
PoetryPain, Lust, Love, Hatred, Fear. Something everyone has in common. In this collection of poems, you will find how I view the world. And you may find a voice of your own. . . We are all hiding Silently Behind Mirrors. Read with safety as this book doe...
