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She was just a girl;
So delicate, so fragile;
So sweet, such an angel;
Yet you chose to break her heart.
She became a lady;
So pure, so gentle;
So noble like and empress;
Almost perfect like and art.
Now she's a woman
Of dignity and ambition;
So intimidating like a lioness;
She become strong that you can't tear her apart.
Yet she feels empty inside;
She feels something's still missing;
So confused, mind's so jumbled;
She don't know where to start.
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Words of the Non Poet
PoésieWords that mostly unheard, hidden deep inside, and stays there until there would be a chance to let them all out. All photos/paintings are credited to the owners.
