Her heart is beating
But she feels dead
She listened to the darkness
To what it said
She wished, she wished
That the pain would go away
But it'll be here tomorrow
It was here yesterday
Her past is dark
And it left its mark
On her blesséd,
Broken heart
Her veins, her veins
Pumping blood,
But she's drowning, drowning
In the flood
She's in a cage
Pushed onto stage
Ordered to say what she feels like
The spotlight blinds her
People say that she's not depressed
But the thing is,
There's nothing left.
(Original)
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ŞiirPoems I write in my notebook. They aren't brilliant but they're not bad either, hope you like them. Sneak peek: "Blood dripping from a Rose, Is like seeing an angel cry, It's unholy, never to be seen, It's heart has bled dry." All original, no copy...
