She saw dancing around her,
little monsters in her imaginary mind.
She saw them bend towards the magical tree of her heart.
She made them think of her,
like the perfect little fairy
in a story for children.
She lied to them by hiding her
hideous thoughts of blood and darkness.
- People can't understand a broken-too-many-time-heart.
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The Stars Are Made Of Dust
PoesíaThe Stars Are Made Of Dust - A collection of poems about a little girl who wanted to be okay. She was a child too scared to live a teenager that didn't want to live she became a woman thrilled to live the entire potential of what life is. - Untold...
