Scars litter her skin,
tears fall down her face.
The stars seem to light up the sky,
even on her rainy day.
A smile appears on her face,
as the blood dribbles from a scar.
She feels as if she's apart of this race,
it's like she can't fight this war.
The moon shines on her body,
and the scars of old and new can be seen.
She sits there and smiles,
as if the pain was wiped from the scene.
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Short stories and poems
PoetryJust some short stories with a side of poems i decided to make. The poems will come first and then the stories will be near the end more. I may add in some poems at the end also. Please don't copy.
