* This is a poem that I wrote for a drama thingy for school a couple of years ago. There are some issues that read through once, it doesn't make any sense and often confuses people. I know it can be annoying but everything is put there for a reasons - I thought long and hard about this. It got some good feedback then so I hope you like it :)
She lived alone in a mansion for all of her life,
Her only possesions were a grand piano and a double-edged knife.
All she had to be proud of were her tears, for years, held in,
Since her hands could never write and her eyes would never read.
Though the piano, that she played beautifully,
She never knew the notes but off by heart knew the keys.
Her eyes were lined with sorrow and her face was slapped with pain,
While she longed for the torn heart she owned, to beat again.
She smiled for as long as her lips could bare, her tears would hold and her heart could care.
Which was not very long.
She ran away to as far as her eyes would fake, that her mind could handle and her legs could take.
Which were not very strong.
Dark dreams, hearts broken at seams,
She never knew nearly what happiness means.
The only house she had visited was the home of the dead,
The only people she knew were of those in her head.
The last voices she heard were her own eternal screams,
The last boulevard she walked was the one called "broken dreams".
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My Poems
PoetryJust some of the poems I wrote and decided were decent enough to put on here x
