she carves lines of hate
she carves lines of sorrow
wondering why she is so hollow
she stops at the gate
she whispers to the trees
and falls to her knees
they listen to her pain
but the agony still remain
her body is bruised and broken
she wears the scars as a token
she carves lines of hate
she carves lines of sorrow
not knowing if there will be a tomorrow
meh... idk...
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
