The truth she was given was full of poison
Slowly devouring her
Leaving encrypted evils
Little secrets hidden in her head
Too complex to decode
Being left alone instead
But give a tumor space and it shall grow
And thus it does
Chipping away her tomorrow
10/12/13
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
