She's as pure as the water.
Looking into her eyes; you may become possessed.
She talks and behaves like a kid because no one understands her.
She build up a wall to block people out.
Hiding her pain, her shame and guilt.
She smiles and laughs like she's happy too.
But behind the smile,shes a broken wreck.
Her desires are strong, that she gets wild and crazy.
Mary, or Mary not you may think she's a pro; whom invented it.
The scorpion pain oh so amazing on my left arm.
But loves her man.
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Non-FictionPoems..... About love, family hate. This book consists of poems. I've been writing from I was 9years old.