Alone at the front door, she stares at some empty spot on the street,
she looks kind of lonely, her face is empty, and so are the tears...
Walking thru waves of mindless people, there she goes again,
she draws a smile, she thinks she has to try, walking among the lies...
And she smiles, she dares to face yet another day,
she chooses the mask she will wear today.
It is hard to breathe, it is hard to cry, it is yet night again and she has woke up...
among tears and sweat, her lips are shaking, her mind is blurred,
those bad dreams remind her of her misery,
she holds on to the pillow, she draws her tears, and yet, she smiles...
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Pieces of My Soul - Random Poems from a Broken Mind
PoetryThese are pieces of poetry wrote by me at different times of my life. There are some very old ones, I abandoned poetry for my novels, but I might still continue if inspired.
