With the world seemingly on her shoulders
Weighing her down
Heavier than ten thousands of boulders
Only simply on her face a frown
With blue hopeful eyes
That had sunken deep with doubt
Filled with all her cries
That now was just a drought
With no thing as a crown
Sat upon her head
No thing as a gown
Just herself instead
With nothing but anxiety
Insecure everyday
Caused from society
For what stupid things she might say
With things she can not shout
But just go unsaid
No words to come out
Everyone else to be misled
With everlasting fear
Her kept in words stirred
She had so much to hear
But she never really heard
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From My Soul Not My Mind [Poems]
PoesíaHey so the first poem, hero, to the poem kingdom is story and a made up character. From pretty and so forth is me, not story. My newer poems are better than my older ones so don't judge the old ones :) ♥ Love You All ♥ I hope I mad...
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