She cries out for help; no one hears her or maybe they just don't care. Tears are pouring down her face, yet no one seems to notice. No one seems to care. No one except for him. He sees the pain she tries to hide, he tries to soothe her. He tries to fix her broken wings, tries to heal her ugly scars. This proves to be too great a task for him to perform. Just as the tears stopped flowing, just as the scars began to heal. Here she is, left out in the cold, with no one to care, just as she was before. Now the scars grow deeper, her tears now flow harder. She is now, and will forever be, the girl with the ugly scars.
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Loving Hatred
PoetryThese are three poems that go hand in hand that I made up and I'm really proud of them. Please don't judge them too harshly, lol. Thanks, enjoy.
